On him was sarcasm lost
On him was a fortune cost
On him were eons spent
To him hundred messages sent
What did I get in return?
What lesson did I learn?
Did he give me a heart burn?
Only a fool will hope
And I hope against hope
There is pleasure in pain
Like the falling drops of rain
And this pleasure I feel
From my head to my heel
Is this but a whim?
Do I love him?
Which ocean do I swim?
Where am I going?
To which coast am I rowing?
I know not nor do I wish to
For not knowing is pain too
For to see the view is a thrill
The view on the other side of the hill
Climbing to see what is hidden
The climb is more than heaven
For it is the promise of heaven
Thursday, March 10, 2005
The promise of heaven
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