A fairly old poem.. Written 2-17-00. Only posting cause I got a few
messages saying I should post more poems.. *shrugs* Love in all its
aspects seems to be all my heart is filled with.

Clouds of Passion roil -
Thunder crashes with three words -
And the dam that held back
Emotions so Dark, Sacred, and Guarded,
spills forth in a turret of driving rain

Dark orbs, Clouded
do Not see the Empty reservoir
Left behind -
Waiting to be filled -
Yet open to me -

And I will fill the crimson reservoir
till the Pain and the Hurt subside
and the Emptiness -
will be forgotten -
Replaced with soothing Emotion


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Sometimes.. I wish that was how it could be...

Penned by my hand on the 9th of Ero, in the year 299 AF.