I’ve tried so many times to find
A way to let me feelings show,
And though ideas run through my mind,
My love remains suppressed, and woe
Besets my heart until I throw
Myself into a rage again,
And since I hurt inside I know
My heart receives the greatest pain.
The loves I’ve known have been unkind,
And I have never known the glow
That lovers claim is left behind
When love you share at night must go
Before the morning starts to grow
Into the day. Should love remain,
Then truly it would be a blow.
My heart receives the greatest pain.
I find my love completely blind
To the colors of the rainbow,
So how could me heart hope to bind,
With colorful words which seem to flow,
The gentle love I’ve longed for so?
My efforts would all be in vain.
As frustration becomes my foe,
My heart receives the greatest pain.
Aphrodite, hang your head low
For driving this poor fool insane,
For is still long for love although
My heart receives the greatest pain.
June 13, 1981
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