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