Dusk

I slipped a hand inside your glove - a simple touch, for heart unsure, did make a shaken soul secure and all we did, we did for love. We looked beyond and then above but never found the place inside where faith can live, no secret hide to challenge all the strength of love. Now startled by my lack thereof, I skirt along the edge of wrath down every lane and every path that's lined with what I did for love. So time does pass, the forces of the universe will press upon this once pure heart whose faith is gone and can do naught but cry for love.