Sunday, February 4, 2007

woman's heart

always there was love in her heart
for those, who came and went

long after their final bow
tears she still shed

she did not ask for much,
one kiss, a hug
perhaps faithfulness

brief stolen moments of time;
never to last
for she knew to let them go
never to expect
for men need to wander

unto unforseen pleasures
a chase, the unknown
still perhaps one day
one lonely lad
will return
with laughter and love
and pick up the pieces of

one broken heart for her to see
and finally feel
passion imprinted
within her thoughts
within her heart

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