Thursday, June 21, 2007



Despair is not the opposite of hope,
Just proof that God and Time both love a sequel.

Our love still strangles on its own sweet rope

Aside from love, despair has no known equal.

And I, who spent the day in waking dreams,

Fond hopes of him, and rosy rumination,

Awake to find the world just as it seems,

A slow descent to death and ruination.

What earthly love can ever claim to be

As wondrous as that dove that's still descending?

Despair lies in love's wake: he rescued me,

And I despair at his love fading, ending.

Yes, love's a drug, but so's despair, I know it

I know which one to choose, and hope to show it.

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