I try my best,
But I get no rest,
Until there is love.

Someone I need to heed,
No matter the the breed,
My cats, my faithfull allies.

For all of my friends far and near,
I sometimes quietly shed a tear,
Am I blesed with soul yet no heart?

I walk alone, think alone so much,
For a soft heart I feel is a crutch,
And I curse at passion as if it be my enemy.

In my mind behind this fence,
I fight to maintain my indifference,


I try my best
I get no rest
Until there is love.

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Graphic and Poetry © Anastasia (CaChic) Jan 2004

Picture Credit: For Cherrie - friend and big sister.

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