My love is like a rose. It keeps blossoming, yet some of it is dying. My love has changed and I have prevoked anger in him My beautiful creature. So gorgeous to me. So wonderful he is of a black untamed stalion roaming the free Earth, can't be caught, can't be touched. I caught him, I breathed him, I lived him, I love him. I think...I let him go back into the open Earth What's bad about that though? Now he will be and remain untouchable and uncatchable, untamable. Something so elegant you simply cannot keep. Maybe I'll see him some day, back out on the Earth.
The Strategist · Fri Jun 02, 2006 @ 05:52pm · 1 Comments |