Tell Me Why

TELL ME WHY If what I've done is love too much; too deep, and far too strong, and languished in loves bitter touch that stays with me too long what hope have I to end in me this love, to let it die? When I know it will always be but can not tell you why. To hide it or to let it show decisions of the heart, when you've already seen and know and did right from the start. If all I've had is too much pain whenever you are near and let it show time and again love that won't disappear what hope have I of ending it? Does real love ever die? And so I let it show a bit but cannot tell you why. If all I've done is think on you each minute of each day and write your name a time or two what hope is that some way this love will ever cease to be just stop? Just simply die? This love that life has given me but will not tell me why. © ron wilson