Stormy Times
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Loading ...Once certain of true love, this heart plunged itself deep within,
only to find that this love had another, the problems show up again.
Deep within my heart, the longing, the waiting, found itself another "friend",
when so much more was sought, so very much, the journey must yet again begin.
The storm brewing inside my heart, the direction it must go, as always unsure,
the love it holds for her, is it returned, is it so very pure?
Yes, my heart, I love her very much, to the end we will endure,
yet, is there an end, a closing, so very insecure.
Yes, I love her, my heart cries each and every day,
but does she love me? Or is it all in vain??
Her love so needed, so sought, in each and every way,
could it be?? Is it possible, that this is just a game?
A game of the heart is not one to be taken lightly,
for where the heart is concerned, pain is very likely.
Deep, throbbing, stabbing pain, from which it can recover slightly,
yet true recovery takes years, daily, even nightly.
Oh, I love her so very very much, the heart would so reply,
but, does she return the love, does she wonder or care to deny.
The heart would know the truth, not some every day old lie,
for the heart can see all, and will most certainly not be shy.
Boldness, untamed, the heart reaches out in one final, desperate plea.
love, take my hand, forever, walk with me.
Through the shadows, a love will be found, or will be lost, set free.
the answer, only one can know, the end, one can surely see.
The ending of the storm, right up ahead,
the bright light of the tunnel, clouds clearing right again.
Yet, will the sun shine, and love will it begin,
or will the sky be dark, and love be "just a friend".
© 06/15/01 TJW
