Fields of Poetry

I don't know how to love him
What to do, how to move him
I've been changed. Yes, really changed
In these past few days when I've seen myself
I seem like someone else . . .

Monday, January 12, 2009

On that day I left you a note saying goodbye,
I felt you cry as you read my words of denial
that I am madly, deeply in love with you.

Please understand
that I can't withstand
these flagrant gush of emotion.

It weakens my soul and I cannot think;
it's the kind of state
that best suits a minx!

Not a lady of the wake ...

Not a lady of the wake ...

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