In the beginning I thought she was mine <br />Taken by word, but vacant by Love <br />I thought I could make her shine <br />I rushed toward and she flew like a dove <br /> <br />I told her it would be fine <br />But she gave me a frigid shove <br />I was nothing to her, but kind <br />She was frightened by the stranger called Love <br /> <br />Now I lay here a dead swine <br />Trying to think of a new sound to rhyme <br />Sticking out of the crowded line <br />It looks like I’ve run out of time <br /> <br />Drowning in the pool of thoughts <br />I hear now nothing, but wants. <br /> <br />(02/07/2007)<br /><br />Michael Koelliker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/assault-on-cloud-nine/
