They came to me with little sense
believing in love's permanence
and trusting my ungainly art
to brand them with a name or heart.
How many thousands later rued
the images that I tattooed?
My guess is far more than a few.
Love fades. Unlike a good tattoo.
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Last edited by Roger Slater; 09-07-2010 at 09:55 AM.
Reason: spelling correction -- thanks, John & Chris
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