<BR> I place my hand over <BR> my face <BR> on my windswept lashes and dainty <BR> feet <BR> pale and tingling <BR> from the shame <BR> guilty thoughts < BR> to dream that <BR> i for once <BR> had won the tears beneath my <BR> lashes.... <BR> i beheld the torn of my <BR> stature to look upon <BR> your face and see the <BR> reaping pain of <BR> i. <BR> the clinging tides of shrouded <BR> rushing passion <BR> feelings to sooth <BR> my absurd stance <BR> to hope to pray..to feel <BR> what i cannot say <BR> for even when i try <BR> you have turned away <BR> and all i could see <BR> are tears <BR> beneath my lashes <BR> and & lt;BR> i.