Love / Hate

Elegant was her form
Mangled was her heart
Strands of gold caressed her shoulder
Her name was known but not uttered
For it was beauty, as was her soul
Alive and feeling was she, dead was her heart
Alive again is she, flowing is her love
We that feel can feel again

Radiates does emotion
Smiles drawn across her face
Feeling again, in deceit
Gentleness of being alive
I know her oh so well
For she is the one the only

Hiding in the heart
Feeling again, In the eye of emotion
She does now know, but refuses to care
Alive again is the inmate
In the asylum we are alive

© 1998, William R. Craft, Jr. All Rights Reserved