My Heart Was Made For Loving Poem by ANDREW BLAKEMORE

My heart was made for loving but it feels so cold and empty,
And lonely days are haunting me so bad,
I wish that I could find a way to make my life much better,
Instead of being so lonely and so sad.
And now I feel like giving up there's nothing left to live for,
And somewhere else I may find joy at last,
Within the blossom sunrise as a brand new dawn is breaking,
I wish that I could now forget the past.

My heart was made for loving now in pieces lying broken,
And sunny skies are turning fast to rain,
For in my mind I've searched so long but couldn't find the answers,
As nobody could rid me of this pain.
And now it all seems hopeless and in truth I've stopped believing,
No comfort can I get in shattered dreams,
And the colours of the springtime have all faded into autumn,
No end to all the bitterness it seems.

My heart was made for loving not to carry this resentment,
Sometimes I feel I can do nothing right,
For everything I try I fail and I grow ever weaker,
So now I feel like giving up the fight.
Nobody wants to know me or to dry these tears I'm crying,
Nobody wants to take a chance with me,
And the hand the dealer dealt to me could not have been much crueller,
And it's not the way I wanted life to be.