DEAD DESIRES OF A WEARY LOVER

His love for her never could suffice

her desires were mountains he hardly could climb

his pleasures and hers were the east and the west

her urge for freedom he barely could trust

the goals that they set were mists at dawn

the only peace found was found in the comfort of their union

along come others,younger and stronger and prettier and smarter

they serve as links to a dying reality.

their love ,a timer,only seconds till destruction

Mark these words as I paint the scenes

their love was a wonder yet what happend

we all wonder....