Sometimes to write of love, tender feelings, longing and desire. But is that love? Sometimes sweet but often bitter. Or is it passion, a battle fought, a war of attrition? Love? Is it surrender or victory complete or mutual annihilation? Does love possess...
It was a deliverance, A redemption, And she was liberatedAt last, At long last,From servitude to the god of despondency. Her eyes,It was her eyes that he acceptedAs a mirror of her soulAnd accepted the difficultBut charitableChore of responsibilityFor a s...
I see a tragedy before me. I see the result of injustice and bigotry. I see a woman who had the heavy weight of sin placed on her shoulders, a sin considered so great there could be no forgiveness.How could this young woman ever hope to carry such a burde...
