My Love My Love Is like a small glass bottle Clutched close to my Heart Filled with a brilliant Light. And like a Genii's lamp When the Right words are spoken, Out come the Three great treasures My Passion My Desire My Love I keep it Corked tight Afraid to loose it on the World. I opened it Once But the brilliant white Light Seared my Heart And I had to put it Away again. And so I shove the Cork tighter Though that makes the Light brighter. I am afraid others will See it In my Face Hear it In my Voice And Each day the Cork gets tighter Will anyone ever see my Light? Will anyone survive its searing Pain? Will anyone ever be able To pull out this Cork? And day by day The Cork gets tighter. (Written May 4, 2003) posted by Cassandra 11:17 PM . . .
