By Twyla Turnbow Sorrells (Dawdy1@aol.com Date: 9 October 1997
Farthest corners of earth have I roamed Sights seen with cynical eyes Faces, names, places, masses Sadistically slaying me, bit by bitter bit But a portion left to ponder our Objective for existence, incentive for affection. When serendipitously, mysteriously You came into view and I knew Yours is the love I long for. ©1997 Twyla Turnbow Sorrells