romance is not all about love, it also involve the pain of hurting the one you would rather romance
I broke her heart without Knowing it Threw her under thoughtlessly She put up her best smile Of nonchalance And carried on for quite a while Courageous that she is
She it was that I With thoughtless word Betrayed Strong woman Brave love She hid her pain too well
It took 2 days before This fool of me Understood to see the clues Her bleeding eyes revealed
The silence And politeness Her function stayed so normal Until she cracked and cried and cried And stupid me at last I saw
I forced her into a chair of comfort And probed until she bled And cried and spoke and said She hurt And me I said again and again I love you, I love you, I love you I do
With words and eyes and tears and sighs And gentle moves and such I cut 3 roses from the bush Thanked God for them and took them in
Her face that sorrowed Beamed like light Her lips so narrowed sadly sagged Broke in smile and made me laugh And for a moment this chased her pain But took the day to heal her love And overcome and soothe her foe, Me
Who like the fool I sometimes am Became her lover once again
It's true what they say, 'without pain, how would we know love?' though sometimes the fool is I. We all play that part at times. I believe the first line of the second stanza (the first word) should be 'see'? Or am I simply reading it incorrectly.
I enjoyed the honesty of the man, who understood not why his lover was upset, but cared enough to delve into her emotions to find the source of her sorrow. With patience, with Roses ... a frivolous offering to so many a man. I've heard it said, "What a waist of money. You can't eat them, therefore, you don't need them." Clearly the man in this piece has a heart worthy of forgiving and being forgiven. In the movie, "Pride & Prejudice" by Jane Austen there is a character that says, "We are all fools in Love".
It's true what they say, 'without pain, how would we know love?' though sometimes the fool is I. We all play that part at times. I believe the first line of the second stanza (the first word) should be 'see'? Or am I simply reading it incorrectly.
I enjoyed the honesty of the man, who understood not why his lover was upset, but cared enough to delve into her emotions to find the source of her sorrow. With patience, with Roses ... a frivolous offering to so many a man. I've heard it said, "What a waist of money. You can't eat them, therefore, you don't need them." Clearly the man in this piece has a heart worthy of forgiving and being forgiven. In the movie, "Pride & Prejudice" by Jane Austen there is a character that says, "We are all fools in Love".
I like this one... rather than the sappy drivel of ours being broken.
Posted 8 Years Ago
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8 Years Ago
thank you Bacchus, Precisely, it's only ego sometimes, though hard to overcome, sometimes, but more .. read morethank you Bacchus, Precisely, it's only ego sometimes, though hard to overcome, sometimes, but more to gain
I was born in obscurity
Outside a small country town’s limits
In a plank shack
I kept a few memories
That come into my head
That i still carry around
That i visit now and then
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