|
Love speaks to the cynic, saying--
Oh unhappy cynic
The hollow empty pain of your own loss of innocence is ever behind your eyes
As a deep well into which you must pour the innocence of others.
There is no end to your longing for the fear of disappointment clouds your vision
So you know not what you seek.
Come to me.
In my arms cry the bitter tears which alone can flood the well.
I will take your tears to bathe away your pain
So that you, dear friend, become complete again.
petex
|