My Love

Please note, to assume my poetry to be autobiographical would be your imposition not mine.

I never Loved you
though I wish I did.
And if you loved me back
You'll likely wish you never had
I never want to harm a soul, by doing what I must
But doing what I must I find I'll hurt us both so much

Some things are too painful to write about
And this is one of them, My love

I can't find words
to say what must be said
To write another song of love
A heart, now all has bled
I only want to speak the truth I only want to say
The things to make you understand this love won't go away

Some things are too painful to write about
And this is one of them, My love

My love is like a soldier fighting for the one he holds
in the highest place imagined
Stil another he must harm (Someone must be slain).

I'd like to take all the
Blame for what is done
But, My heart speaks clearly of
A soul who won't be one
My heart won't let me serve a man although he might be king
Steal my heart, not just my head, that is the only thing

Some things are too painful to write about
And this is one of them, My love