The rain falls, when I can’t be wet;
It stops, when I want it to rain.
In essence, it teaches me life,
And quite a bit of what is pain.
Falls in sleets, when I wear my best,
And when I want to play, it halts;
It teaches me Nature – like me –
Can have her own foibles and faults.
The rain shows me how life works,
By not promising any goal;
I need to let go, it patters,
For life, like rain, isn’t in my control.
Love makes you hope,
Hope makes you weak;
Love shows you dreams,
Hope lets you seek.
Life sends you warnings,
Hope takes away fear;
Folk show their colours,
Hope makes them unclear.
Life’s wounds fester lessons,
Love unlearns to forgive;
Tears gather over smiles,
Love teaches life to live.
I write in contrived rhyme,
Of love found, and of love lost,
Through the years, what I achieved
And exactly what it truly cost.
Why do most get a careless sleep,
When dark thoughts harass me so?
Why do I ask these stupid questions,
When their answers I already know?
Giving of myself comes easy;
Though I am no stranger to my worth;
I ought to be less human to
Carry on life, no matter the hurt.
I am tired of this roller coaster,
I am tired of the bitterness and pain,
I’m even tired of the truthful smiles,
That I know will surely come again.
I know love alters, when it shouldn’t,
I know death hangs around to take us all,
Yet I know I’d do it all just the same,
For I know, I’ve, within, the wherewithal!
Hearts Still Care 
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