Love Isn't Love 'til it Bends

His white head is bowed with the weight of his age
The blue eyes gaze far from the room
His sadness is etched in more than his face
And his heart beats a deep mournful tune
The friend of his youth, the passion of his soul
No longer she whispers her love
Her face shows the smile of the morgue owner’s hand
Her lips mind a sad mourning dove

Death is an angel with merciful hands
Yet the cruelty of longing remains
The old hands reach out for the softness of love
And he feels a deep hungry pain
She’s gone in a moment and his prayers are unanswered
But God joins the angel in the room
The rage of his heart and the stillness of death
Leave fear of the newly made tomb

Where is the answer to an old broken heart
How do you wipe tears from the soul
Where do you go when the end of the road
Makes you stand alone in the cold
Why does death leave no flowers behind
Who says the pain ever ends
What do you say to the one who is left
Love isn’t love til it bends

Love Isn't Love 'til it Bends

Wayne Cook

Joined August 2008

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