Monday, February 7, 2011

A Blink in the Shape of an I.

When for art thou day shall come
I shall be the happy one.
For in my heart I’ll finally feel
The truth one’s mind cannot reveal.
The truth that logic doth protest
Where sense is lost and pride is less.
My folly to be my once closed heart
Once locked up fear, that will depart
No other word is quite described
Than love, no longer petrified.