Hopelessly bound unfettered
by the chains of love's grip- greatest gift,
fate's cruelest curse.
Wherefore do I weep
at knowing the joy,the warmth,
at feeling the peace,the fire.
Wherefore do I weep
unable to complete ,to be,
unknown the kiss,the flames.
Wherefore do I weep
at loving not living seeing not touching
breathing not sharingholding not loving?
All,because I, The Fool, am no more?
No comments:
Post a Comment