Loving's just a sometimes thing,
It comes and goes
Just as the spring.
And when it's gone
And comes no more,
It leaves a heart
wounded, sore.
Loving you
despite the pain
Was and is
time well spent,
A foundation to build upon,
Poems of love ,
well meant.
I find my solace in my art,
In writing songs of love.
The sadness brings the beauty,
To my painful songs of love.