14th Sept 2003 by Richard TrotterHow could I
have laced your love with poison
or cleaned the walls with soot?
why would I
throw earth on our grave
prior to the birth of magic?
the texture of regret
ensures I clearly see
the deer thats pierced
with the spear of sadness
will race like light
to reach your smile again.
12/30/2003 Posted on 12/30/2003 Copyright © 2025 Richard Trotter
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