myselfless
I dream beneath the stars
And awake to your presence
Which extends beyond my wildest imaginings
You took my little heart
And my little sufferings
And grow them to encompass
not only to hold
but to drain
Wash away the binding filling
To loss of self
MattW, you communicate the fresh infatuation of a young bride. Do you achieve this at times when you write, or do you write when you feel this way, or are you always like this?
Sunsun wants to know.
Comment by Sunsun — 2 March 2008 @ 5:15 pm