Might I Try for
Your tender touch.
Dry my tears......that I might,
love ......again!
Would that salt, had mingled....
with the waters,....... of my soul.
My face remains a masque, for...
Loves emotion, has burned ......
My scars, now laid bare.
Of a poisoned, arrows wound.
I got in loves way....
For I was struck, by a fiery arrow.....
Meant for
Another.
Giajl © Jim Love