My love pounds a nail so sharp,
entering my heart and out with a spark.
Led on by the precision of will..
to exact my reliable
but still,
most uncomfortable feeling.
It's in seeing the dove that dampens my tears...
The fear of losing that which is so near...
A pension to my undieing love,
an innocent but weakening investment.
For an unforgettable love,
frames my heart.
Copyright © ®2009, Chris Holmberg. All rights reserved
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