Tell me the story of a heart that bleeds, but can never bleed. Tell me the story of a heart that loves, but can never love. And I'll tell you the story of a tender heart, become as stone. *I was rummaging through an old notebook and came across this poem I had written …
Winter: A Poem
Will the sun-warmed winds of spring come again? Will this death, too, be followed by life?
Thou Art Lightning and Love 