Eye of Sliver
Sometimes first but always last
Feeling so alone in a crowd that’s vast
One preferred over all
Lacking in courage and self-control
Weak in the presence of the unknown
Yet strong in the presence of one unfound
Analytical to an extreme content
Fearful of not being able to see
Living in the heart of a lover
But dying in the heart of gold
Emotions cleverly hidden inside
Until the veil of confusion is lifted
Nothing done is ever well to be done
Until it is approved and said to be done
An unknown factor in a story of puzzlement
But good in the way of the wise
And great in the eyes of one who cares
What can be done about love?
Originally written 15 October 2001