Macabre Thinking ....Stole
I'd always thought, that love....
Was, for fools!
That emotion died...... in 82.
That men.... never...... cried ......over women.
Then, I met you.
Once again, colour...... filled, my life.
Laughter...... found a voice
Love reclaimed, a lost..... and
Tortured life,
And
My soul.
Giajl © Jim Love