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- the hope that love will find a way,
if love’s my life, for this i pray.
a heart of ice, so hard but weak
gets melted by the words you say.
familiar tears roll down my cheek;
two rosy apples, darkened brown.
a bush that burns but will not speak,
its uplift branch bent by a frown,
is only seen when saddened hearts
once made of stone, are melted down.
defenses shattered in this way
release the hope that will not stay;
hope quelled by rest, so long desired.
if tears could burn, the sorrow starts
with sweaty salt of eyes, too tired
to even close against the tears
now boiling from a heart thus fired.
a savage passing of the years
with clocks kept wound by pain each day
have closed heart’s door with laden fears.
if love is life, let life, i pray
keep hope that love will find a way.
bethany kephart(metuss, 13.01.2005 00:48 ~ 08:12)
- (bkz: for my fallen angel)
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