Love Cry
Happening when I
least expect it,
the love cry comes.
Pouring out of my eyes
like drops of water
from a mountaintop
which having run their course
become part of a waterfall.
Why I still want
to be with you so bad
and miss you so much,
I can’t explain.
And even these tears
won’t wash you
out of my mind,
out of my life.
Why is it we only seem
to live with pain
when we should be living
with love?
7/23/87
Copyright © Michael Todd | Year Posted 2011
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