What Do I Know Of Love
I know its passion and its laughter
its pain and sorrow.
I know she is here with me today
and yet, I fear tomorrow.
I know the goodness of her soul
and the tenderness of her heart.
I’ve known the delights of her sensuous body
and I fear the horrors of it being torn apart.
I know the joy of love’s fruition
and the sorrow of its loss.
I know the sweetness of her voice
and the agony of her asking, “Make it stop.”
I know the softness of her caresses
and the pain of her nails digging in.
I know our life has been a love story
and yet, I don’t know where to begin.