Tuesday, April 5, 2011

The Ordeal of Love

Why should I even try,
If it merely consumes my me,
Crashes my heart on lonely pressing nights,
When you seem far, very distant apart?

I know how this should work,
You in my mind and nothing else…
But how’d you expect my jealous heart,
To see my love near some reembracing arms?

And my tastes are far from my control…
So I came late, what else should I do?
I can’t turn the hearts of my near around,
Change their lives, when I am so far from that.

So I will turn to bed tonight,
Maybe furious, confused and tossing throughout,
Things will stay the way they are,
And I will think around and smell beside,

And remember once again,
That I love you.

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