The Writers' Circle

You make me sad

With joy, an

Optimistic pessimism

I soar to bright uplands

And down to the very

Depths of disenchantment

The love i have for you

Is a passion of extremes

A destablisation of emotion

Yet i cannot be without you

For you are my very heart

Existence and life

I never knew i was capable

Of such surrender, such devotion

You truly are my

Angel of the morning.