All these sacrifices <br />He makes for me <br />Is purnishing me <br />Why won't he tell me? <br />It costs him so for me <br /> <br />Only a glimpse <br />At his sweaty face <br />Behind the laced curtain <br />Is enough to open my eyes <br />His lips smile <br /> <br />Well i never had really <br />touched the rough texture <br />of life as he had really <br />so felt the mixture <br />of anguished heart yet joyful. <br /> <br />To grasp the picture <br />Is my dilemma untold <br />could it be the fear? <br />the love? the pressure? <br />yet his lips smile back <br /> <br />The smile that never is <br />that i know for true <br />covers the agony inside <br />yet consolation he obtains <br />for my presence is satisfactory.<br /><br />Anne jojo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/laced-curtain/
