Pain Of Love? Poem by MBJ Pancras

Planted I the seed of love in thy heart
And believe I, you do grow it with smiles,
Yet wish I to enter thy heart to know it,
For love is the sweetest pain with trials.
Thy heart bleeds: Yet thou bear it in silence,
Tempestous is it: Yet thou sail gently,
Ceaseless tidal waves strike within in tense,
The ocean of love is stretch'd immensely,
Thy heart seems the sky sans the moon longing
And like the desert with ripples of sand,
In the furnace of love thou art burning
Within: Yet thy heart sustains in strong stand.
Begin I love for thee and give me love
If thy heart hath had pain of love above.