Love is...

by Tomieka   May 14, 2007


A provisional happiness,
the great sufferings of the secret names
An awe so quiet
not even
for a moment
did they see
see the sorrow in her eyes
Her eyes dropped
how can you say you donâ??t care
for something greater than youâ??ll ever beâ?¦
The looming presence of the naked footsteps of happiness
How could she ever close
her lonely eyes in sleep?

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