It Was Your Love
It was your Love
That kept me on notice to why,
That I would love, protect even die.
For one small moment of just you and I.
It was your heart that made me feel,
All your love that caused my hurt to heal.
Its only because you gave me passions best deal.
For now it is your love that causes me to see,
That part of me that will always need to be,
Someone who will face that shame of a reality.
So shame my past where hurt lies bare,
For those things of know control are far beyond care
For now I can see love means to have know share.
Copyright © Michael S. Johnson | Year Posted 2014
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