...written as though by Mr. Sark...
#874 - to Sydney
I traveled 'round the world for you,
To kill you where I could,
To wear your heart upon my sleeve,
And end your life for good.
But, oh, what waste 'twould be to cease,
The heart within your breast,
Which beats a secret rhythm, Love,
And lends my own its rest.
Disclaimer:This work is not affiliated in any way with the ABC spy series Alias, or, for that matter, Mr. Sark, whose poetry--until such time as he wishes to make it public--remains unsung, unfeted, and largely unknown.
by: Neftzer 2002 (c)
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