Ummm...a little bit of a love lost...story...
Oh...and grace found...
Choosing
I stood before the window
with my eyes affixed outside
Watched the autumn raindrops
fall as tears from out the sky
As I stood there wondering
whose tears that they might be
A thought wound slowly in my mind
pray…cry a tear for me
For all the wretched sorrow
The love that may have been
All the rains that ever were
Please cry one more again
I stood upon a precipice
hoped that I might fall
A wind sprang up and pressed me back
A voice far off there called
It spoke and said that loneliness
that hurt…though like a friend
Would peddle lies and dishonesty
Would break me in the end
Deep within my mind there stirred
Deep in my heart abode
A feeling and a thought so pure
Twas grace…the gift bestowed
Another round of raspberries...please...
YouSir