By kevin urenda Date: 3 June 1999
The pangs of the lonely nights grown cold chilled by those words alienated from the territory of your gentle heart in a few reckless moments of anger I hurt though I know I am truly loved My tears do not seep from the windows to my soul which still burns for you for men don’t cry It is my heart that weeps alone in the night and the tears of my heart may never be dried. 5/24/99