I got lost on the way to Indianapolis


I'm just glad to count you as friend
I'm glad that I'm in love with you
I'm happy to be a part
of the happy time
It is a good
good thing to be fond of
the wife of your life
whisper in my ear the quality of your love
reveal to my soul. lay yourself bare
here I am writhing in torture
of your painful bliss. Your painful lust
You are the torture of my sorry soul
The beauty contained in you
you is lost
when you forget
to smile, to laugh, to love, to live
cherish those who like and protect you
I think that this turned into a poem
I started on line one and ends
up on line twenty.


Copyright 2003 by pauly hart