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We enter in, Not by choice, Our heart insists; We feel the need, The need that God has burnt Upon our soul, The one that cannot be denied, But when the love is not returned, The sheltering warmth Becomes a sad and cutting burden, A garden maze disorienting, It would be better if its grip were Cold, To let us know how toxic was This place, But we are trapped, Trapped within this sad and empty Garden, Warmed only by the sad And lonely heat Of our own Forlorn and solitary love, There to nurse the draining Agony Of a heart Permanently broken, Whose only wish would be That its beat would cease, And stop the endless ache. Copyright 2011 by Gary L. Misch All rights reserved
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Dec 5, 2011
Dec 5, 2011 at 8:48 PM UTC
In The Garden of Love and Despair
We enter in, Not by choice, Our heart insists; We feel the need, The need that God has burnt Upon our soul, The one that cannot be denied, But when the love is not returned, The sheltering warmth Becomes a sad and cutting burden, A garden maze disorienting, It would be better if its grip were Cold, To let us know how toxic was This place, But we are trapped, Trapped within this sad and empty Garden, Warmed only by the sad And lonely heat Of our own Forlorn and solitary love, There to nurse the draining Agony Of a heart Permanently broken, Whose only wish would be That its beat would cease, And stop the endless ache. Copyright 2011 by Gary L. Misch All rights reserved
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Dec 5, 2011
Dec 5, 2011 at 8:48 PM UTC
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