If to Love is to be Weak,
Then weakness I seek;
Till I've strength no more.
And when strength has all fled,
And tears, all done shed
I'll have opened the Door-
Where Love hides behind,
Has kept me blind
All this time...
So that now I can See.
Hold your arms out to me
...so that we can hug
for Eternity...
In the darkness I writhe,
The inevitable Goodbye
Haunting my Soul.
And I fear it shall come
When you've had all your fun
And I've paid the Toll.
But for now- I don't care.
For as long as you're there,
So is my Ground.
But if ever you leave-
Lead me to believe
That Love is Sound...
In my Tears I will drown
As Light turns to brown,
and I'm falling down.
Down- further down...
Love's Arrows have found
The spot
That heals not.
-And it's come down to this-
The deep dark Abyss
Where I long for your kiss.
...and Cupid hangs near
with a vicious leer
for my pitiful tear...
An Eternity of Fear.
Fear turned to Truth.
Truth about Love;
and how Weak I was
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Book Of Counted Sorrows
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