February 8, 2009

Everywhere I look
I see the beauty of your love
Yet, again and again, you flee from it
And from me

A grown man should not be made to weep
But for your love
I would give it all
Even my peaceful state of mind

But, what will be left for you to love,
If you kill the last remaining vestige,
Of my waning spirit?
What will be left?

If only you would hear
The cries of my heart
If only you would soften
Your wounded soul

Everywhere I look
I see the echoes of the beauty
Of your love
But, you are not here

I am alone and in love
I am alone in love
I am alone

Type: Poetry

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