YOU

 

 

   

Loving is the cruelest thing,

The twist and turn of the heart string,

A promise with a diamond ring,

A baby at the birth of spring.

 

To turn and point the hands of time,

and know that you aren't  really mine,

I face the truth and spell the rhyme,

While searching for what I can't find.

 

We run to flee the thing we chase,

While on the journey we lose the race,

and wish that love would give us face,

Instead we revel in disgrace.

 

Mad because I’ve never known hate,

The thought of love has been my fate,

The cast, the reel, I took the bait,

and in the end it seems too late.

 

Alas, this thing cannot be true,

For love is pain and pleasure too,

with Purple nights and Days of blue,

The only thought I have……..

 

 

 is you