Walls of Jericho-Angel
I stare as my weak knees wilt.
Longing trying to touch the embrace that has left me,
and I had you....
And your kindness was there.
Now pieces of you hate me .
I am not a portrait on your heart no more ,
but I still kiss the feelings that emerge from my pulse ,
and memories seep from my eyes .
Knowing that love has gone further ,
than my soft hand can reach .
The utmost apology is what I can lay on your face but , ...