We love most
that which we cannot have—
Like waiting for blossoms from trees
that have died in the freeze of winter.

Love,
always more lovely
in the eyes than in the hands—
only a blind man truly knows this.

Sometimes
the only thing attained
is the unattainable—
so we think?

3/07/2007

 

 

 

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