The Plan
By coyote
My days I sit and plan...my love for you, the end for man.My nights alone I sleep; my thoughts of you, and to myself I keep.My love will never recognize the burning in my eyes.I can only soliloquize while my love has other thoughts and will not rise to see me.My love, my plans--can you ask me to put them out?I have merely made them from a mist that any man can shape to be his for a while.My plans, though, can be.My plans for the end of man.If I can't have you, no one can.Tan Son Nhut 20 Mar 1971 Written August 24th, 2001 © on Aug 24 2001 01:05 PM PST 0 • 1
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"My days I sit and plan...my love for you, the end for man.My nights alone I sleep; my thoughts of you, and to myself I keep.My love will never recognize the burning in my eyes.I can only soliloquize while my love has other thoughts and will not rise to see me.My love, my plans--can you ask me to put them out?I have merely made them from a mist that any man can shape to be his for a while.My plans, though, can be.My plans for the end of man.If I can't have you, no one can.Tan Son Nhut 20 Mar 1971..."