Saturday, January 12, 2008


Beset by loneliness
Her heart could not be sated by one alone
Mayhap love is only as blind as we choose it to be
That perhaps my affections were merely the short comings of my sight
Therefore she stands blameless for the insecurities of her heart
As I am left to pay for the crimes of her passion
Thus how do I love you now, how did you love me ever
When you were always loving
- Another

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2006

1 comment:

ReneeMJ said...

Hi Charles,

My Blog spaces here are;

"Spin Me into Words"

I love You dear heart!