I opened my soul like a sponge to water
I yearn to be engulfed in your scent
To be touched, be embraced in amour
To make your world my macrocosm
To absorb your every wordage
To intertwine with the masses
But you see not of beauty of grace
You see not my soul exposed, reaching
Another has expired your will to delight
It is but a fools wish to gain worth
To yearn to be immersed in bliss
To be elevated to heights of grander
I shall cocoon into walls of solitude
To never again wish that of devotion
I wish no more of embrace of love
No longer to feel the euphoria of another
I am but a fool with a fool's wish
~~Fiddler 07/10/02
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