Haunted Heart
In memories you haunt my heart!
You hedge me round about
with fences I both love and hate;
I find there's no way out.
There is no gate, and, oh, the thorns
on your roses that I hold;
I drew them close for mem'ry's sake
and felt old daggers in my soul.
© Faye Lanham Gibson, June 12, 2014
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