Predicted Sadness

…As if crippled…

                                  She carried herself

                                           With the burden

                                                   Of the weight of pain

                                 With the look of love’s strain

                                  When I asked

                                        She spoke the words

                                                     On the edge of tears

…Of predicted sadness…

…Without forgiveness…

                                        All the memories

                                                    That should be lost

        Came alive

                                    In the gray of her eyes

                                                      Then finally she cried

                                     A great flood… baptized me

                                                    Until I cried

                                                I tried to share her pain

                                     So she gave… As I became

                                                            One in the same

                                    Then my forbidden lips touched

                                         As I whispered love’s name

                                     When I took her pain

                                               The power of love changed

The look of loves strain

Truthful Lies
Texas Style Songwriter And Storyteller Poetry.
© Paul H. Keeler… A Cosmic Cowboy