spin around this garden of hope ;
Tuesday, August 08, 2006 @ 11:49 PM
Lest I neglect,
Of all my life when I depart,
Very few people beget
Etching so deep in my heart.
For a moment
One could love so deeply, yet
Reality confused and caused torment,
Languishing the love I had.
Only thing important left,
Recollection of forlorn love that
Neither of us will ever forget.