Possession is nine-tenths of the law.
Where is the fault and what is the flaw?
if love unconditional remains,
where is the rapture from countless pains,
where is the ache that was meant to ease,
wherefore are the lips that ache to please?
why be human if letting go is divine?
why love if I am not yours as you aren’t mine?
I cannot share;
But I must care.
I cannot hope
And I must cope
With love and life,
Both smiles and strife,
With wounds and tears,
Galloping years;
With love’s disdain,
With lust, with pain,
With darkened moons,
Blistering noons,
A starless sky
No will to try,
I cannot share:
Beware. Beware.
Hope’s forsaken,
Am I taken?
The wounds are raw,
No fatal flaw,
But smiles, though rare,
Force me to dare,
So I must care,
Beware, beware.
Hearts Still Care 