i will love you when this terror leaves my breast
when iron fist of fear looses grip upon my chest
when subtle sign of intimacy no longer causes tears
and panic's heavy presence does not bite my heel
i will love you in the morning when the dark
has lifted from my eyes and from my heart
and phantoms of the dreary past have ceased
when war between my heart and mind have eased--
i will love you, love, when i can breathe
4 comments:
Bravo!!
Does this mean this post (http://littlestbirdsong.blogspot.com/2006/09/mr-knightly-where-art-thou.html) is moot?
Great poem!
My sentiments exactly...I'd like to call it "The Prufrock Complex", beautifully captured.
grazi' mille, friends.
ryder, i am not prepared to answer that question. stay tuned for further details.
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