Joseph A. Leonard
To Myself - Poem by Joseph A. Leonard
Oh! What is this thing called love, that seems to break so many hearts that bring two lovers together, and slowly tears them apart? Love can be as beautiful as the stars up in the sky or it can be as sad and ugly as someone who just died.
I often sat and wondered why most things are this way, when God gave us all his love in such a gentle way. As I sit here in my silence, my heart is pounding fast because of memories of how once I was broken hearted, and of my lonely past. You know true love can last forever, if only you give it a try, come out of that darkness and open up your eyes.
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