Comments about Hillary Herbert
Nothing Like It
There's nothing like the pain of love.
The pain that exists with every touch;
So gentle and soft like a dove.
Love from him is wanted so much.
The look in his eyes pierces the soul.
Every breath so sharp and uneasy.
My mind spins so out of control.
My heart becomes light and breezy,
But then the pain is back in full force.
He is not in love with me, but in love with her.
He does not touch me so gently.
He does not look at me with such love.
I watch as he gives his heart to another.
He is hers; without her consent.
She does not love him like I.