Days pass turning to years
while i grow impatient of the searching
I know your face but not your name
I know you exist
We met in a dream or perhapses a past life
Some times I feel your close,yet still you a lewd me
Perhapses it is a cruel trick of the power that be
Or payback for my passed sin
I shall never give up ,till at last in my arm's you lay.
I KNOW NO PEACE THE HEART OF A POET TRAPPED IN BEAST.
JH