Too Much
So much pain
comes with so much love.
It is a gift sent
from below and above.
If I had known
about this hurt,
I would have tried
to stop the words.
If I had known
about this love,
I would of flew
into it like a dove.
But I hadn't known
and it's too late.
This hurt is
too much to sedate.
Copyright © Cheyenne Ruble | Year Posted 2010
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