A heart so lonely and entwined,
'Neath dark skies from past so blind.
With jaded eyes that saw so much,
That need not more than human touch.
His soul so withered and benign,
To have loved too much was his crime.
So intense the hurt and the pain,
He sheds his tears through the rain.
Then there he'd stand inside the door,
A rich man never felt so poor.
It was not his fault as you shall see,
He just longs to hear, "you complete me".
(c) 20 December 2000 21:06, Fnagaton.