My blood bubbles like wine

Never to boil, explode or erupt.

I keep my emotions in check, most of the time.

Conversations short, always abrupt.

As the sinner runs to his Jesus,

The monks pray to their God.

An infant cries for his mother,

I long for a love like no other.

01/17/1978

Author's Note: College stuff...

Posted on 12/21/2007
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