By prezioso Date: 2002 Aug 05 Comment on this Work [[2002.08.05.20.25.26981]] |
Dedicated To My Irish..... Leave me with my longings, for they are all she left. Take instead all my worldly belongings. Because they mean not one breath of love to me. It is my longings that will hold her memory. Then leave me in a candled room so that I may not be distracted; on commiserating the pain she has infracted. It is a private matter. One where truth makes one sadder, It's between my heart and I. That memory of her lovely sigh. Those times she laughed with me, and rolled each eye. |