My senseless Love,

we have a story to tell when it comes to us
we wove through some hard times
that had truly made us cry

The Ink on the poet’s sheet
has been smeared with so much tears
The hands that rips the page of poetry  
will find the senseless Love
that was ever written

Come, come forth into the light
you will find our famous lines
of a Love that died

Come forth into the light
and let Nature of the poet’s hand write
let my words of long ago teach your
weeping soul

My senseless Love
the Ink is poured on poet’s paper
for thousands to hold our words
in the Lovers mind of all times of you and I
Love never dyes
its words will last a life time.

Poetic Judy Emery © 1990