jj jackman in the midst of seven - index
to dash my fragile hope 04/23/00 you’re called a friend and dash my fragile hope agree with me if i concede myself! this is my morphine, heroine and dope our dialog is now upon the shelf or would you see me hanging from a rope! i must sustain my love within alone no surety was offered e’er to me my heart is not quite yet a flint rock stone or affirmation of the same from thee!! die if you must my passion has but grown you seem assured my ardor it would die admission on my part the acid test my longing shatt’ring when my eyes were dry not rather raising it to higher crest insist you must my dream it be a lie just write me off as mad, i am much more there is no friendship where there is no trust you could not see her template in my core as God did weigh the nations’ worth as dust so is my life less this one i adore.