held agaisnt her will is she? choosing to accept fact or fantasy? but reality states this occurence must occur, certainly in Heaven someway we could meet, and worship dear God at the soles of his feet, but morning soon overcomes the deliverance of sighs, no tears falling but tears dried inside, she somehow had fallen and packaged her trust, placed into a small basket must; she be the one to whom the Devil smiles? dear child don't worry he'll be back in a while, to wipe the smiles away from your face, placing them for safekeeping in a very safe place, the Devil desires love a bad habit of his! but something in his face always gives him away, maybe the look of homeliness in his eyes, and too the fool; damnit the girl; a wonderful disguise: we come together too break the spirit, too many souls laid peacefully to rest, too them the world is blind, and; somewhere out there some cry of pain is disguised; by laughter soon becoming the hopelessness of regret...... by Josh Farmer copyright 4-17-2000 dedicated to regret