match struck
love stuck--
God am I a fool?
heart aches
brave face:
falling can be cruel.
what eyes!
what lies
has my heart believed?
star bound,
hope found
beyond what I'd conceived.
but somewhere,
heart bare,
the aching doesn't cease:
it quiet waits
anticpates
the moment of release--
I need a different sort of peace.
There is a question none can answer and its the question of
how can one be certain ever of another's love?
