All of my thoughts, and all of my rage,
All of these feelings, just words on a page,
All of my care, and all of my joy,
All of my love in my words I employ,
All of my wants, and all of my dreams,
Hoping, desiring to give her sun beams,
All this she tells me while playing the sage,
All of those feelings, just words on a page, and
She doesn’t want to, she’ll never know,
How strong inside me her frigid wind blows,
My spirit, my soul belongs to me no longer,
My hunger for her, it grows strong, it grows stronger, and
All of this things I script, aching, encaged,
As her words come to me, just words on a page.
I wrote my feelings, I let it all go,
I won’t be the first, nor the last, to show
That my love would last all her beautiful dawns
Her love was lightning, was mine, and was gone.
Her words linger still, like a river they flow,
Forever repeating in my heart they crow,
So I sit here now, enraptured, engaged
By her sweet refrain, ‘all just words on a page’.
To her.

10/22/2006

Posted on 10/22/2006
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