This poem has a potential of being a gentle,
painful poem of love lost and maybe
We used to spend the day in bed
rubbing our feet together
that blanket was too short, remember?
we'd shut the door on the world
and let the telephone ring
I never had any reasons before
to ever doubt the look in your eye
And now it's clear to both of us
You could put the poem in Critical Analysis
and get some sound advice. I am not comfortable with this in open forum.
But, he who asks, should receive --)
[This message has been edited by netswan (edited 05-23-2000).]