What I believe in, is love
Dear God, Dear father
Why does it pass me by
It touches me like a
Gentle spring breeze
And leave
Me with
A raging storm inside
It bears my soul
And breaks my heart
Why does it always end
In this tormenting way
I love, I give, I believe
He uses, he takes, he breaks
I cry, wonder why, my heart aches
He smiles, no apology, no reasons
Why do I still believe in love
Dear God, Dear Father
It is hope, it is patience
This love I feel
There must be someone
Who feels the way I do
Until I find him
Do I have to feel the pain
The pain of rejection
Not understanding why
Why this time my love
Was once more not enough
I seem to ask questions
Those that have no answers
Dear God, Dear Father
I still wonder why
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem