By Rennie Lorca Date: 26 March 1998
You wanted to see me, my portrait.
But you did not care to stir the waters.
How shallow to cling to the image above,
Never to know the heart of a great love.
You have seen me, my image, my likeness.
I am now part of your desires and dreams.
To you, I came the peregrine, now I flee, the dove.
How shallow, in such a way, to waste love.
You loved me, my face, just a likeness . . .
How shallow your memories will be.
Soon, once again, you will be lost and lonely.
Your fault for loving images only.