the curtesy of love once again changes hands
leaving yet another soul lost and wondering just where
he stands
few can with stand for very long a love that hurts
more as its value starts to increase
they feel they are each losing a precious part of
himself piece by vulnerable piece
I want nothing to do with such abnormal death like
fears
and I refuse to cry out the pain with the liquid of
another 's watery tears
must he who plays pay the ultimate price as one so
often hears
many would give anything to look good in the eyes of
their prestigious peer
perhaps that could be the including of this poet's
penning of a poem or two to explain away every
little thing
perhaps I am similar to 'The Silent Singer'
I put words to paper that I could never bring myself
to outwardly sing............................
( written April 2,1992 pm)