how can a world so barren
be so beautiful? how can i love but you in
this way or any other?
how can a world built on such sorrow
be my heart, be a pallatte bright, a light so
fresh - so pure, so right innocent of love
but for, not of you? how?
how? can a world so
empty of all - be
so full, be so filled with such love, be what i have
always been looking
for? how can there be
anything else in this world, anyone more?
more than love, more
how can a world so utterly barren, be so