tempered by the fires.
Its sharpened with the years of time
and polished with desires.
But then that luv so sharp and quick
will turn and cut you deep.
Slicing thru your happiness
and care not if you weep.
Its pointed tip can take the thorn
imbedded in your heart.
And pull it out with gentle ease
the pain will soon depart.
But then the point will plunge so fast
and rip your heart and soul.
As you cry out, it hears you not
but deeper it does go.
OH luv, my luv, so sweet yet harsh
I shudder from your call.
I'm ready for your tenderness
like a soothing waterfall.
A.Joe Hickerson
09-22-00
