Tuesday, April 05, 2005

donna...

I am all that
Beautiful when I cry
It’s a soul deep thing
From knowing
Such loss few
Can stir to thought.

I was lovin’ you
Like a child
In all innocence
Everywhere you went
My true friend…

It’s ok
Everyone is
Always leaving me

Anyway…

They retreat into vagaries
And sweet memories

I can only love them true
When I have them
As I love you…