Affairs of the heart
A complicated tangled web
Weaved from emotion
Wrapping round the inner core
That which is the soul
Everything ever dreamed of
All that was ever hoped for
That which was missing
In all the years that have passed
They now stand before you
Encompassed in that one
In spite of this all
Life entertains itself
At our own expense
Dangling happiness
Just within our grasp
Before snatching it cruelly away
The perfect person
But not the perfect time
Written by
Lyla Arthurs
March 2007
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