Still

I have often been in love. Still, It never seemed to be more than fleeting. Still, There was always something new. Still, There comes a time when the heart withdraws. Still, Hope never seems to die, even if it is forgotten. Still, Time passes and life continues in spite of everything. Still, I accepted that and lost my dreams. Still, There comes again a time like a wheel turning full circle. Still, I was unprepared, even if forearmed. Still, How could I prepare for the pain of an awakened heart? Still, How could I prepare for something with the power to awaken that heart? Still, Some things are better taken as they come. Still, I went on, heart beating and alive once more. Still Not knowing what I was heading for. Still Not daring to dream or hope. Still, Hope appears in ways and at times unexpected. Still, Love was the last thing I expected. Still, Even if I had hoped for love, I would Still Not have expected you. Still, Life happens when you least expect it to. Still, I fell in love with you and would Still, Even if the choice had been mine. Still, I know that I could never have chosen so well. Still, It is amazing how when I think of you I become Still. And when we come to the end of our days I will love you Still. Written April 21st, 2000 © on Oct 14 2001 05:42 AM PST   18 • 0 • 8