A Cure Poem by Lois doyle

A raw passion sent down and taken away
Seeing you is torture everyday
Something we shared, something I thought pure
Now love is a disease and there's no cure.
Wondering what if I stopped you as you walked away
Maybe I wouldn't feel so much pain like I did today.

I laughed and smiled, played and cried
Now I sit and wonder if they know i lied
Set on passion to show you the way
But you left to turn the night day
I wished upon a million bright stars
And sat and waited never to get far.

A rose you gave me died yesterday
And I sat and I cried for the rest of the day.
You say you love her and mean it so deep
While I sit and tell you without a peep.
My dreams are sudden to come a hault
I suppose the truth is all my fault.

So my tango is with only but one,
And my laugh so long ago done.
So tell her you love her while I sit in the dark,
And I'll lie and I'll give him too the love mark
But still it remains like a child unsure
What if, What If I found a cure.