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The Unquenchable Thirst
Funny, this thing called Love, almost as if it's a thirst for me that is unquenchable.
"Too many miles, and the too little smiles" as my friend Harry Chapin sings, my thoughts seem to drift back to different times,
when I embarked on this love seeking journey.
Finding and loving, the traces permanently left on my soul,
when finally convinced by my heart
that I had to let it go
And then, just when the heart gives up, decides to stay true to ones self, believing that loves lost, is such a cost,
it happens again.
My heart encircled by scar tissue from the deep and sometimes self inflicted wounds, falls once more.
Astonished that I could love once again, not heeding inner warnings at all,
my heart is once again,
allowed to fall.
This one hurts almost as much as the first, yet different as I am older and wiser you see,
and this one will be healed by time also,
If it doesn't spell the death of me.
Copyright © 2000 -2001 Dennis Hicks
