The Love In My Heart Burns In Vain

----I thought I had posted this a while back...guess I didn't. Oops. : ) here it is...couple years old. When sorry words offer but sadness and pain, When weary thought drifts into the tides of shame, When heavy darkness fills my soul, Freezing last embers upon the coal, The love in my heart burns in vain It burns in vain, for I can never quite reach The paths that entangle, while the demons breach It burns in vain, for I try so hard for naught My tears in a frost-bitten muddle—construed and caught As snowfall sifts ice onto disdain, As afternoons crawl into midnight shade, As every mistake has torn me apart, This foolish soul crushed—bashed from the start The love in my heart burns in vain It burns in vain, for reality is but a fret Knowing tragedy shall befall, though it comes not yet It burns in vain, for I have hurt you still As I try to escape the furrowing doubts that kill So now I cringe, and cower, and remain So caught in your sorrow as I turn away So sorry and hateful for what I put you through For as I falter, you are ever true The love in our hearts burn in vain Yet, somehow the yester-embers among the frozen coals return Upon the frost-bitten windowpane—somehow they burn