Song: What Love Has Done To Me Poem by Dave SmithWhite

What love has done to me,
I cannot say.
I'm left with memories,
I dread might fade away.
What love has done to me,
Cannot be said.
I've made some enemies.
I've lost a lot of cred.

What love has done to me,
You must not ask.
My need's for privacy,
Wherein all are freed to bask.
What love has done to me,
No special scoop I task.
I have my boundaries.
I can't remove this mask.

What love has done to me,
I must confess.
The charge: complicity,
For the feelings I've supressed.
What love has done to me,
In a chronic world of stress;
But bargain sanity,
For the music of success.

What love has done to me,
I will not contest;
But issue stern decree,
And flee from false arrest.
What love has done to me,
I won't be pressed.
I move for equity,
Fair payment on request.

What love has done to me,
I can't reveal.
My testimony:
By quotes, conceal.
What love has done to me;
By a sham and practised spiel,
Of sentimentality.
By kiss-and-tell and squeal.

What love has done to me,
I won't debate.
Disclosure's not a plea,
I'll make or ever state.
What love has done to me,
I shan't relate;
But to keep the mystery,
I will not communicate.

What love has done to me,
You cannot guess.
It informs a history,
That's not easy to repress,
What love has done to me,
I can't express.
But I've not got off scot-free;
My life's a bloody mess!

What life has made me do,
I will not tell.
I''ve done and paid my dues,
So I cannot break the spell.
What love has made me do;
The heights from which I fell.
But I'll give no other clue,
Nor ring no other bell.

What love has done to me,
I can't explain.
You can scoff and disagree,
But I know, I know no pain.
What love has done to me,
I can't pretend.
It's 'of a piece', an epiphany,
That simply never ends!