By kevin urenda, kluless70@hotmail.com
Date: 23 September 1998

the line

So where’s this imaginary line –
the one that separates friendship and love?
The world is not 
all black nor all white
but an infinite range of grays.
And love is more than 16.7 
million possible colors, infinite
in possibility as well.  What I know
and what I feel exist on parallel
planes within the interstices of these possibilities
Never quite able to coincide.
What is known, always has been 
knowable is this:
My heart has never lied to me
So I must believe in it now,
believe in your love, how in giving
to You I am made more whole
for You have a piece of my heart
I am less than whole
without You.