Happiness eludes her dreams
As it does in real life;
She thought the fairy tale came true
When she became a wife
But life has its vicissitudes,
Its hurts and its temptations;
And lovers have, when they are real,
These things called
“Limitations”
To share is human:
My godmother gave me go-ahead to share an independent but very much related post, a journal entry from bygone days. I’ve been wondering when to post it. Thanksgiving, perhaps? I’m not sure, but am glad to read this and know it’ll be well timed whenever it is I post it.
I’ll be looking for it…