Tuesday, November 27, 2007

Shina Hart Believes in Love

Love's Labour Lost
by ckyh

The heart's been wringed dry.
It numbs, then thaws to hurt.

My giving falls on unopened palms,
Then breaks and scatters to sea.

I have no destiny: I tread alone.
You embrace me without arms,
Yet, fill my very soul.

My best will never be my best
For love's labour is lost.
Yet love, foolishly, lives on.