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Bacchanalian Redhead
~Saturday, January 08, 2005
Questions
These questions he asks of me in his slow-sweet drawl, Love me? Hate me? Even see me at all? as I peer into his topaz eyes, reflecting courageous fear
In his slow-sweet drawl my ears wander as I wonder, as I peer into his topaz eyes, reflecting courageous fear-- Do you miss me? Am I really here? My ears wander as I wonder, his weary voice all I can recall, asking Do you miss me? Am I really here? I don't know the answer...
His weary voice all I can recall, asking Are you really happy? I don't want you to go... I don't know the answer... are three years of divinity and grief an answer?
Are you really happy? I don't want you to go... If I cannot live without you, how can I leave? Are three years of divinity and grief an answer? Love is my answer
If I cannot live without you, how can I leave? Love me? Hate me? Even see me at all? Love is my answer-- These questions he asks of me