The Unapproachable
Poetry Corner
Contributor: David Barltrop   
Wednesday, 12 September 2007

How can I approach you now?
When I can see the hate upon your brow.
I gave you a loving embrace,
You fell into a state of grace.
It felt so good to hear you sing,
Watch you do your thing.
Mother Theresa's dying tear,
To the heart of the Sun my dear.
My heart, your mind, my fear,
To hell with your career.

I love you.