The Point of Pain

Sharp, the point of pain that we relive.
Gaining within all that we forgive.
The thief was never innocent at all.
No matter the intent of our resolve.

He entered into intimate
and long sequestered realms
of love that needs to find
its way back home.

The world reels into a spin.
Confusion spawned within
the lies he tells. The miracle
of love too often dwelling
in the weakness of his mind.

She fell into the abyss
that he never meant to find.
The springtime fought
with memories that sought
another kind of resolution.

Sharp, the point of pain that we relive.
Gaining within all that we forgive.
The thief was never innocent at all.
No matter the intent of our resolve...

? Michaelette ?

4/18/2003
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