A word on my desk with dust <br />enough to leave some rust <br /> <br />Just a little dust on the table of our life <br />trust is just another word for little white lies <br /> <br />I remember the bliss of love <br />But also of lust <br /> <br />Given in faith for trust <br />Thrown away on a desk full of dust. <br /> <br />on a promissory note so clear <br />Even evil could not endear <br /> <br />so wrong my dear <br />you are dancing in heaven <br />while I am stuck here in hell <br /> <br />angels tell me of your bliss <br />your trust and mine <br />I do miss.<br /><br />John Shea<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/trust-246/
