You never saw me as I really
you only saw a thing you wished
to have and hold and own. Again,
I roam the in between, still seeking
for an other, who might live his heart
Even as I find, that this
of mine, still serves me well. For
I left the unrequited hell of love lost
long ago, to find it still alive and well
in me. And so I stand again, alone and
unforgiven, and still misunderstood,
yet moods of peacefull dreams are
opening themselves to me again.
And this I know will never
unlike the never-given heart
you base your love upon. For
I have given so much more than
just my share to this,
and love responds -
again fulfilling all
the need of heart...
? Michaelette ?
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Take me home...