If there were but
one drop of dew
in rainbow field
of sparkling hue,
on hands and knees,
beyond Pride's yield--
Know you, now--I would find you.
I do not care for wishes, grant...
However, sweet, is sweet romance...
Bodies--all, they pass away.
Forever--I have felt this way.
You remain connecting piece
to puzzle of eternity.
My heart is but a sacrifice;
and if I could, I'd offer twice--
"Receive this blade,"
the virgin prayed,
"for nothing else, will now suffice..."
(*repost from open 7* for a friend*)
[This message has been edited by serenity (edited 01-18-2001).]