To the one seeking me,
I hope you would hurry,
I shan't have much time left
Till my heartwings are clipped.
My heart flies in poetry,
In compassion not free,
In gratitude long-felt.
(Oh, if I with you dwelt!)
(by edgardo s. tugade,26 july 08)
Edgardo Tugade
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/oh-8/
