How could such sweetness,
Lie in the deppest sorrow,
Piercingly delicate,
Tormenting me,
With perfection,
That is just out of reach
Mar 18, 2011
Mar 18, 2011 at 12:33 AM UTC
How could such sweetness,
Lie in the deppest sorrow,
Piercingly delicate,
Tormenting me,
With perfection,
That is just out of reach
©Nicola-Isobel H. 18.03.2011
Request permission to use this poem