This is the way that I feel now, today,
Is like some lost arrow shot in the dark.
There is little more to do or to say
As Cupid's folly has now missed the mark.
It is always the same, always too late.
Though the depth of my heart, forever strong
Keeps beating softly onward, this is my fate.
Why is it that I am forever wrong?
Sometimes I feel that I'm in love with love,
Not knowing much of anything myself.
All that I am, constantly thinking of.
If I could but place my heart on a shelf,
This my life, my love. The way that I am
Without predestination, without plan.

10/22/2006

Posted on 10/22/2006
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