I want too much,
And forget what else to say,
I long for that touch,
Before the end of today.
I sleep too much,
Put off all these tasks,
The encouragement I clutch,
Though I never ask.
Roses in the field,
Fire in the sun,
Hearts not healed,
Before the love is won.
Monday, February 25, 2008
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