A Gentle Drop runs over silk
Fleaing a lonely eye
Why such a tear should leave such a lovely pool
I don't know just why.
Perhaps it knows what lies beyond
something I shall not see
a Chisled neck a subtle breast
things not meant for me.
So Alas I mearly dream
of Sad and lonely eye
And gaze in awe at beauty
and ask myself oh why.
that's more like it...killer verse
Posted by: Jack on January 28, 2003 11:12 PMThanks.. I just woke up this morning with it.
Posted by: Bill on January 28, 2003 11:28 PM