Lost Love

Where in this crazy world do I begin?
It’s curious, how these things come to pass;
sometimes, the line you tread is oh so thin,
but you don’t see it, and you fall on your ass.

Because the heart heals, and it soon forgets;
it holds like an old bulldog, tenacious,
to possibilities the mind regrets,
and blind, looks for hope in a flirtatious

gesture, a look in a wandering eye.
And although the wise mind knows it a whim,
it lets the heart fool it time and again.

They say if you love it, free it. They lie,
if they say when he goes, you’ll forget him;
more likely, you’ll stay dry out in the rain.

10 MAR 2003

for LJ user ferahga

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