Sunday, September 30, 2012

...over Love

It is nothing to part
With the flesh-desire
Of things
Clutched in our grasp
It is everything when the heart
Is on holy-fire
And sings
A love song fingers cannot clasp
Everything is nothing
And never enough
If we choose life’s pilferage
Over Love

© Janet Martin

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