Posted by: SITARA April 4, 2005
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Dear beloved, Bobby:
Stand not at my doorsteps,
for you may not find me waiting;
I shall meet you half way,
and save you more than a mile;
hold not my heart,
into your own keeping;
For you may find it burdensome,
to match the rhythms within the smile.
Wear not my emotions,
for they be far too complex;
hold not the snow in your hands,
for they may seep through your fingers;
catch not my spirit,
for the elusive cannot be contained.
But I will walk with you,
to the land of the midnight sun;
in the plays of light and shadow,
through the diverging wooded path,
though harsh, unrelenting it may be;
But I cannot promise you my future,
For it does not belong to me!
It belongs to the house of death.
Yours sincererly,
Dearest
:)