Pain of Love

Pain of Love

Look at her soft skin
Soft and fair beyond compare
Fair like the petals of a rose
Like silk floating on air.

Look at her soft hair
Light and beyond compare
Soft like the petals of a rose
Blowing in the air.

O’ beautiful and beyond compare
I love you so that I cannot bare
This love I wish you knew
This burning in my heart
And only you can quench it.

O’ I want to hold you
It would be estacy
But it would never be
And that most of all, pains me.

(7/26/1984)