Author Information
Pub Scrawl
Do you think of me,
Like I think of you?
Do I hold captive
Your flawless heart,
As you embrace
My imperfect love?
Do you shed these same tears
Of joyful despair?
Would you rather, in truth,
Know the pain of our separation,
Then not know me,
And avoid that agony?
I rather believe, my love,
That you would, and do.
