That love who is not,
knows not,
hears not,
feels not.
But I know. I feel.
Enough feeling
of emptiness unsatisfied
to comprehend every unheard sorrow
every uncast shadow
ever corner
round which my hopes are caught
waiting for tomorrow.
knows not,
hears not,
feels not.
But I know. I feel.
Enough feeling
of emptiness unsatisfied
to comprehend every unheard sorrow
every uncast shadow
ever corner
round which my hopes are caught
waiting for tomorrow.