I fear for myself
And for her most of all
I love her, and
I know she loves me
She hovers just out of reach
Like a firefly against the darkened sky.
Who am I to catch her?
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Untouchable
Posted by Master of Puppets at 2:32 PM
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