Tuesday, September 21, 2004

Jealousy.

Pure, innocent eyes turning green;
A distant emotion began stirring.
Fuming rage appears and preens;
Brooming thoughts so troubling…

Insecurity comes crumbling down;
Pages of history continue to haunt.
Fear of losing what was finally found,
Love ignited its everlasting daunt.

Love,
Brenda.
9/21/2004 01:05:00 AM