A word has no meaning, <br />When it is conditional. <br />Storms have not reached <br />Your young lover heart, <br />Because it does not truly <br />Have a fixed definition. <br />It could never exist <br />In this world we call reality. <br />Your name is kept hidden, <br />Away from the daughters <br />Of too many sinful men. <br />And it is here I sit, <br />Quietly watching you burn <br />The skin of the untouched. <br />You claim to love so many, <br />But your eyes do not cry tears <br />And your heartbeat is unheard of.<br /><br />Stefanie Fontker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/seductress/
