I see her in the morning dark,
and want to crawl back in bed,
to feel her warm skin against me
her fragrance to fill my head.
Terrible the sense that I must leave
like work is some kind of awful god
It tears the the bond I feel this morning
And cruelly on our love it trod.
I kiss and kiss again
For I may not return home
Who knows what awaits me
On the lonely way I roam.
God did not create us,
To stop with loving this way.
He made us to be together
And I hurt from each parting, every day
How can I bear this,
I see your eyes as I drive
How much hurt can I walk through
How much pain before I fall.
Trembling I forge forward
Why, oh, why is love so powerful?
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yes dear love is very very powerful indeed .beautiful poetry.
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