November 18, 1999
Rebecca Bay
Uncapable of demonstrating love
Or receiving love
You all saying I cannot love
But I do love
I know that I love
My love sits upon a shelf
Cold is my love
Cold as the winter storm
Cold as the feelings I have
Before I associated with my love
Tempting me always
With what my love has to offer
Comfort for me
Forbidden is my love
No one understands why I love
Not even myself