Love Lost Its Way
Love Lost Its Way
In your early morning greeting your coldness burns me,
What did you drink for you to act this away to me ?
A taxi appeared out of no where ,
You sadden my heart in the cold dark with out a spark
Of something good .
Frostbitten by your aura I recoil from your stone cold heart.
You have no love and you walk in the dark .
Conversation is severe, monosyllabic, words thrust at me wounding like spears.
I cry and I with hope in my eye's that you would stop and see
The coldness you are given to me .
You got in the taxi with a look on your face with hate ,
But then you you smile...like you had something to say ,
Once again I believe in us...but for what !
I look to the sky with hurt in my eyes just then I had seen to stars blinking at me .
And the moon has its face in the water deep .
My hearts locked in perpetual confusion .
I was Imagining your warmth and embrace of your arms of long ago .
Two hearts beating as one .
As one entity, one soul, we survey the universe.
What now I cry with so much pain in my life because you left my side ,
I pray day and night for God to be our Gide and put your love back in my life.
But the actuality our love has to be faced...and so much heartaches ,
At times I just want to let go !
But then my heart tells me no .
My hearts thinks about Abraham and Sarah ,
And how much they have love that Jehovah gave them .
I feel one day Jehovah will do the same for you and I .
The oceans cries and apart waves to another way for
True love to find what it is looking for ,
Many had shipwrecked and many had found there way .
But for the love of my better half lost at Sea without me .
I feel that I am slowly becoming insane out in pouring rain .
I no longer recognize his cold darken heart that is taken my apart !
I am a soul waning
A heart weakening
In a passionless darken world,
Lost of love with no hope of his heart to return to me .
Lost at Sea are We .
Lilly Emery (c)
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