by Nick Gisburne
Emotion cannot overcome the crush
The blaze, the bonfire, burning through her bones
It grinds her sense, her sanity, to mush
Reality replaced with sand and stones
He multiplies the madness in her mind
Obsessions, dreams, impossible to shed
To truth, but never nonsense, she is blind
She skates on sinking ice floes, full ahead
A future, for the two of them, as one
Begets a seed no soil could ever grow
The chances for a love, a life, are none
But still she is determined he must know
She writes a note, with warmth and charm and grace
And nails a dozen copies to his face
