Sunday, November 28, 2004

Pain.

Through the temple’s gate,
Walking up and down the stairs…
While Aphrodite casts her spell,
The goddess's son circles in the air.

A surge of emotions arose,
Kindess tinkered my heart…
A dreaded predicament was my foe.
Yet, I could not bear to part.

Love,
Brenda.
11/28/2004 11:57:00 PM