James Grengs - (Untitled- 07.21.03)

You stand before me, sweet, unmarred.
Yet your gaze is restrained, and barred.
You will not meet my eyes-
For this my soul within me cries,
And all my hope, I feel that it dies.

Yet for one chance I live-
That you might someday freely give
The love I long desired.
Yet now my soul within is tired,
And dying hope longs to be refired.

James Grengs

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