What is love when it leaves
And the one left behind
Lies in the dark?
How does a heart begin to tell
The pillow in so many tears?
All the years you spend
Waiting for someone
Suddenly streaks away
Leaving you behind
With no one left to hold.
I heard love is for the lucky
Who are pretty enough
Or grab the goods
Before the receipt arrives
How many times must I file
A report for a stolen heart?
I’m not a thing to use
Or a selfish game
Someone needs to play
With everything to lose.
Gimme love I can share
Who shares so sweetly
And spares no expense
A love so strong and so kind
Without conditions
And no pretense
A love with mercy
Smiles and laughter to spare
Without strain of effort
Who cuddles me with care.
Copyright © 2022 Charles Edward York
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