When I Do Cry, I Do Love
I try to find the words,
describe the moment,
don’t talk about it,
let the eyes begin to wander inside the dream.
If I could hold you now,
wipe away the tears,
feel a soft nature of love
it would be then I might again feel a truth.
While we are locked in,
we cannot step away,
a commitment of sorts by society
if every one would then understand the lonely.
It is because I love her,
my world becomes a dream,
in order to hold on, to imagine
she is nearby,
I can recall when she does stand near, I breathe.
I don’t find this an easy way,
this trying to allow love,
I cannot defend the nature of loss,
when we cry,
I can only love her forever, my heart, in her eyes.