The Shrine Of The Heart

Sunday, April 10, 2005

Without you

My life is perpetual winter...
loneliness shares my bed...
as i convulse unloved and sleepless...

No swallows to serenade me...
no hearth to keep me warm...
no love to fill my sad and hungry heart.

My face etched in a silent scream...
and my eyes red from pining...

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