| *poetry cont* |
| Yearning As I memorise ur face, my heart fills with a presence, A fire that burns through my soul. If I were to see u now, all sweaty with work, My frozen heart should melt to below my being. For to listen and see u in my mind, I enjoy ur entrance back into my life, like the eagerly awaited post, A bringing of good news to my centre. To become forbidden, to leave without a thought, Would be to destroy my fondest hopes of eternity. The Strength of Weakness My hands are sore, my back is wet, My smile is forever glowing. My life now, holds no regret, I can walk away now knowing. The times I stood, the times I cried, My weakness forever showing. |