It Hurts
It hurts because I love you still
with all unregretable will
Time is just a passage way
to what I feel everyday
Your name your voice
the look you left
The beauty your memory
my heart bereft
Your way your charm
your graceful alarm
your scene your dream
the undenighable queen
The reason for my suffering
in deep regret
the longing for your presence
though nothing left
I place you on a pedistile
the goddess to which I cry
an invisible idol
for which God is denighed
All hopes and dreams
directed towards you
bringing you to my arms
for my eternal use
Nothing else matters
in this world in which I live
nothing to replace that for which
is the all that I would give
For all is reasonable
and no crime is cleft
selling my soul to the Devil
for the one that left
For Cynthia
Copyright © John Loving Iii | Year Posted 2022
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