| These are just a couple poems that I thought would be good here, so feel free to peruse them at your leisure, and email me your thoughts... |
| Heaven Heven never kissed my soul; Some have tried to defile it. Say nothing so beautiful, Oh my wanting desire While you make love to me. God whispers of our passion Each time we make love, Each time we unite In the Delicate Dance Of Sublime poetry and grace. I leave him at twilight, But I crave his body next to mine. There's an aching in my heart, And a baby in my belly. The horrible truth is, it's not his. I came back to him, but he was sleeping. When he woke, he found me hanging From the rope, and wept... Wept for what could have been But never would. Amanda Leland 02-14-01 |