Saturday, April 18, 2009

The Price Of Love

All the sleep I've lost
as restless thoughts
make me toss... and toss...

I have a picture that I drew
just for you,
that I never could give you

When I see your face, I smile,
and then cry,
or try to hold it inside

The embrace still waits
at the gate,
I remember the date

A promised kiss
full of bliss
patiently sits on my lips

Empty hands go deep
in pockets to weep,
the price of love is steep


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  2. Yes, and I am sure there are a few bloggers who will have a nice laugh over this one.