Sep 26, 2006 06:55
In days of old,
When knights were told,
To Pledge their lives every day.
Where love was romantic,
And we weren't too frantic,
To care for the ones that we love.
When art conveyed love,
This love I dream of,
This love that completes my soul....
title - Incomplete.
Initially it drove me nuts that I couldn't finish this. It left me hangin and I lost sleep over it a couple nights. Trying to put something at the end. Then I realized the theme, it leaves you feeling the same incompleteness it describes. So I kept it :)