She told him that she couldn’t love again
That loss, had stopped her heart just like a clock
She feared the pain so fiercely held within
and added that her love was like a rock
He told her, that he didn’t think it true
for love is not so jagged; broken; scarred
He poured his love so that he might renew
faith to a heart that had so long been hard
She told him that his love was wasted there
and he may as well have poured it on the sea
But he cried for all her pain and her despair
and swore his heart would never set her free
He told her that his love was like a stone
and that it would forever withstand time
she had been feeling (God) oh so alone
and at his words her heart began to chime
She told him that love is a fragile thing
and men don’t often reckon up the cost
Of heartache that to her it’s death would bring
and next time that her soul, would too be lost
He told her that he’d surely sooner die
as he wept for all she’d suffered in the past
then to ever have his heart, her love deny
and she opened up and loved again, at last
Patricia Gibson-Williams
December 16, 2004
Adding your comment:
. Great job!
7 old applause
