[e-mail unavailable]
She seams life into my soul,
Gives me the piece to make me whole.
Defines my world that waits to spin,
On the breath of her ambitions.
Find the riddle in her rhyme,
Find the reason I wait in time.
Not knowing all she gives,
Is the most I've hoped to gain.
She lifts the weights that hold my heart,
To soar the heights and seek her apart.
And through the love she freely gives,
To that day, I thank to live.
Chris Storm's e-mail address is unavailable.
Click here for a list of all of Chris Storm's Stories and Poetry at Sapphic Voices Authoresses.
|
Sapphic Voices Main Pages: Home Adventure | Drama |
Erotica | Fan Fiction | Fantasy | General | Horror
|
Copyright © 1997-2005 Sapphic Voices. All rights reserved.
Unless otherwise noted, all site content is entirely owned and is solely maintained by Sapphic Voices.
Absolutely no portion of this page may be reproduced either electronically or otherwise without the express
and written permission of the copyright holder, except as occurs in normal browser caching and page indexing.