Forgotten and broken chains,
Memories are lost in space;
Hollowness and prickly pains,
My heart is full of maze.
You are just the one for me,
It's all I ever wanted;
Like a sting from bumblebee,
My love is haunted.
Every sun-beam that comes up,
My feelings start to explode;
Drinking grief from coffee cup,
Take away this load.
Peter S. Quinn
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/49-from-what-s-really-happening-in-54-numbers/
