paper hides a heart too timid to
emerge.Strength enough only to bleed out red
letters of feared com- passion. This love once
broken, now floats about searching for a dwelling
place. Hope itself has lost all hope so fortune now
be my strength. Could you be the one, or one you
know, or does she hide from me a world
away next door? My heart thrown down
and never found after that one to all
its passion went. So now my heart
hides afraid of what might
come, what you might do
to expose this
passionate
hiding
heart.
Copyright 2003 By Alvin Shaul
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