Sara Distracts

Sit, my love, don't speak.
Your words make my knees weak
And distract from its track my train of thought.
Still, my dear, don't think it your fault.
Your voice is an echo of heaven
Falling on the ears of a heathen.
Just let me caress your hand
And lose myself in the loveliest eyes in the land.

Anthony Jackson
12-25-99 2:38pm