I saw through her eyes Something unnatural Crystal eyes with a hidden tale to tell; the African story She held my hands My palms there...

In love’s tender grip, I once soared, But alas, my heart now is floored. Torn apart, oh, the pain, Like a relentless rain, Leaving dreams...

There is a certain level of comfort in knowing our limits, in the knowledge of exactly what we are and are not capable of. Because then...