The story that I shall unfold
are not words spoken to condone
the feelings felt within my heart,
without further hesitation, here’s the start.
I’ve loved once truly, I remember
not the month nor day,
but sometime in the Summer.
I’ll spare some details
for fear I will be embarrassed
or cause embarrassment to the love I so treasure.
A mad woman, a hypocrite or maybe a fool,
for I lost my true love
and didn’t know.
I blamed myself, I blamed the church
I blamed my heart
God knows it hurt.
And when I could find no one else to blame
I took myself, far far away.
I was not alone in how I felt,
for his poor heart too felt the quench,
of cultures and morals, beliefs all awry,
this love must not continue,
it must surely die.
And so the years took us far apart
from a wounded soldier
to a wounded heart.
what to do
Since loves a choice and I chose him to love
then it is my fault, problem solved.
Unfortunately it doesn’t work that way
and so sometimes i’m feeling
Yet this one thing I will embrace,
his love for me increased my faith.