The heat of passion
words said not meant
seeming uncaring, resentful
heart is empty and lost
desire bleeds from mine eyes
sight becomes clouded
bleary and confusing
searching the horizon
soul scours the land
seeking a similar
not finding a match
that missed piece of the puzzle
is this the direction of love
always looking but never finding
shall it find me
will I continue or cease
Tuesday, November 02, 2004
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