Oh precious love, that fills my heart with a hymn
A love that's true, and ever-growing strong
For years I have loved her, with all my soul
But still I wonder, does she love me whole?
I see her smile, and feel my heart take flight
But then she speaks, and all my joy takes flight
For in her words, I find no hint of love
And so I'm left, to ponder and dream thereof in mystery
Oh cruelest fate, to love and not be loved To hold a torch, that never can be touched
Yet still I hope, and still I dream of her
This delicate flower I love, my dearest, sweetest catalyst
But if she loves me not, then I must go And find my peace, and let my love flow For though it hurts, to love and not be loved I'll find a way, to rise above
So if you love me, mystery
Reach out your hand, and let our love entwine
But if you cannot,
then I'll bid you farewell
And find a way,
to love and live as well
- Author: alv (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: March 9th, 2023 15:16
- Category: Love
- Views: 7
Comments2
What a shame Love doesn't exist.You are confusing it with Lust but hey what would I know
'sweetest catalyst'
really well expressed, thanks for sharing
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