the worried heart

The truth about love

This is not a song,
Nor a poem,
Its a confession,
Confession of love,
Love thus has
Spoken me for,

Painfully my insides,
Turn, turn as
My worried
Heart,
Cries,
What if his
Love for me
Did depart,

What if
Once again,
I would be
The one
Crying,

What if he
Awoke one day,
And no longer
Had use for me,

What if
Another,
Tried to pull
Us asunder,

What if my
deeply, suffering love,
Just wasn’t
Enough,
And once again
I’m left alone,

These thoughts,
These fears,
Lie deep,
deeply hovering,
In old wounds,

Death is
Not strong enough,
To put out
This flame burning,
Burning for you
For you,
My love,

My soul,
You’ve captured,
made me a slave,
A slave to
Your love,
Your attention,
Your smile,
Your happiness,

Those that
Find true love,
They say are
The lucky ones,
In this field,
Of grey,
My soul
Lies
No luck
In craving that
Which,

you lack
To give,
Wounded love,
Lies bleeding,
As my soul
Is screaming,
Do I have
Any meaning?

My soul,
You’ve captured,
made me a slave,
A slave to
Your love,
Your attention,
Your smile,
Your happiness,

Your true
Love,
Is all this
Heart seeks,
Needs,

Wounded love,
Lies bleeding,
As my soul
Is screaming,
Do I have
Any meaning?

Do I have
Any meaning?
Does my love
Have meaning?

What if he awakes,
And his heart,
His love,
Lies twisted,

Will I have
Any meaning?

This is not a song,
Nor a poem,
Its a confession,
Confession of love,
Love thus has
Spoken me for,

I’m spoken
for,
My soul
is taken,
My very
world
Is shaking,

You are the
One
I
Love.

Xxx

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