Alarming to life old sentiments sought and misplaced over time
She is open crying for the jig-sawed suitor that knits her into new happy tangles
A twitch of anticipation for her elusive mirrored moment in a second of forever
For right or wrong she can never know until the leap is leapt and done
Then long after discover happy tangles are cruel knots bound by hastiness
There is only now, now she's open crying for her jig-sawed suitor
Whose sacred duty is to keep life lines and heart lines immeasurably true
Though she falters cautiously an expectation arises in unabated view
8/31/08
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