Verily stepped beyond my means,
a strange condition, better things.
Graciously turned your heart to mine,
just to be swept aside in time.
Promised to trust, in all of you.
It's too bad; it wasn't true.
For you were yielding, truly soft.
My heart you were want to loft,
to pinnacles of dizzying height,
then plunging down to the next fight.
Silent wars of yearning eyes,
doomed for the consolation prize.
A time apart, to try and start,
repairing hearts, and thinking smart.

02/10/2004

Author's Note: I hope this fits form...

Posted on 02/10/2004
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