Saying �I love you� was easy.
No expectations;
I gave all my emotions freely in those words.
No knowledge of what would come,
What joy would come,
And what pain.
And what it meant�
And if I were to ever say it to another,
How could I say it, freely?
Knowing what I offered:
The joy, the pain,
How could I ever mean it
Like I did the first time?
A broken truth cannot be mended
And though hearts may heal,
Memories stay,
And any words I might utter are empty.
Dreams come only once, after all;
They stay a little while, fade,
And then are gone.
� Lishesque
30th April 2003 � 22nd April 2005