To Be Honest...

AFFAIRS OF THE HEART Her smile thawed my winter bulb. Her voice led me, out of a massive depression! She dissolved the cobwebs that had saturated my brain. She grew paper whites, healed my seized up bones added a spring in my walk. Nevertheless, here the story takes a twist. In the process, my fears were never dismissed. Love is not always kind Scared I left her behind, built a bigger maze hid in its haze. I wonder if she thinks of me The woman I no longer see. Just Numb a ship come and gone ho-hum, I'll pass on the baton. end of the story no guts no glory Armand Hamouth