It began, but never ended,
This mistake, so unintended.
I slide to the floor, wilted,
My heart in turmoil, jilted.
My loss is uncontended,
This pain of mine, extended.
Before sleep I pray it untrue,
But in sleep, I have you.
Saturday, November 27, 2010
I have You
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