My Love never told me where or why
he loves to cut at the heartstrings,
so I had to play the role he gave
just to make his own heartache,
he didn't like the way this old pain felt
when all he could do was cry out in the rain,
he never said one word
but his voice was truly heard
more than words could ever say,
Sometimes a nice rhyme
can be found in the rhythm of the heart
the rhythm of pain can pull the heartstrings
that makes the soul sting,
now and then love and pain
can truly sing even in the rain,
together Love can be made into any type of weather
You can't put just Hot water with cold
because that will soon bring on a storm,
achieve with tired eyes from the cry will soon find love.
- Judy Emery © 1980
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery