As I pitter-patter to the rythum of my
heart's desire, I'll still be looking for my
lonliest fire! For if I find own one's
lasting mate, This life will be filled with
an experience of great! The rate of love's
happen-chance will be assuredly beguiled,
As long as the Heart's find is not entirely
wild! Heart's wicked blindness to truth &
trust, Must be revealed as only A-Must!
Bitterness and jealousy is the mark of
the Love's festered unflowered.Resulting of
hate in the lowly resentful coward.Visions
of lust puts thy heart as only bleakly
delayed! Foregiveness begets happiness as a
tapes deck stuck to be thankfully and
repeatedly played!
Michael Jeffrey Gale
Copyright ©2006 Michael Jeffrey Gale
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem