A Place Called All Alone Comments

Awww very nice poem.

Hiya Al... I love this poem but then again I am bias because I like all your poems Keep up the good work......Melissa

tell me where is fancy bred or in the heart or in the head how begot how nourished it is bred in the eyes with gazing fed and fancy dies in the cradle where it lies ...........ur poem reminds me these lines of shakespeare....'merchant of venice' its true...its difficilt to find true love...bt if the diff of fancy and love is well understood...heart will be saved of such numerous breaks....nice penning