The moments seem tender, unforgetably rare,
Hidden from disclosure,
Stunned by dispair.
Anguish wilt thow toil?
Love ridden with disease,
Melt thy rotteness, betray loveless spoil.
Take on iniquity,
Pretend not to be strong.
Feel what is real,
You still must belong.
Be quiet and know,
Where from sorrow does grow.
Forget what is painful,
Leaving answers behind,
Bind up your wounds,
True love may you find.
Posted- 11/10/99