false

I have made more mistakes

Than I have made good.

Forget the smiles and the

Warmth of her face: they are false.

I have viewed the very sun in the dark

And awaited a fiery embrace.

But whatever rolling over the hill

To the next glade is wrong, and false.

I have dreamt of her smile and kiss

Within my zero distance, my loneliness;

Wishing, yearning for paradise.

But dreams are a fever, and false.

Life is be best when filled with wonder,

And yet wandering has cursed my heart.

At last I know that all the fluttering

And the stuttering is false.

— M.M.