Healing-Hurts

It is as on the sand I write for you a poem But the sea comes in again to steal it Like a child I stand and wonder why this is That hope lives only to be washed away

Saturday, December 02, 2006

alone you are

You alone do speak to any eye
always of a perfect work
Captured in marble is majesty
as the priceless ideal too

Woman you are all that I dream for
I have but to wish I were
The desire you had without a need
for security I do not have

You wear a nobility with a grace
and that is without equal
To capture vitally in poetic form
new liberties for the heart

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