By Elaine Loraine d'Orgain Date: 26 February 1998
I stood, wept, and surveyed the damage,
Of a passionate, careless moment.
Long looks to pay you homage,
Not to think of recent torment.
I thought of mending at the wall,
Only to realize that I must caress and cradle you.
That I must let some boundaries fall.
Chances to know great love again...just too few.