Agony of Love

Pain drifts sweetly 
Across my mind 
Forever forsaking love 
Of any kind 

I die to the 
Ever blossoming 
Storms within me 

Rising just below the clouds 
I sink into my shell 
Misery wraps me up like a blanket 
On cold winter nights 

I sing sweet victory 
Never again will one hurt me 
My heart beats with ever agony 

No more listening 
To blue bird's song 
The chime hanging outside my window 
Has long rusted down 

I don't hear that music anymore 
Long died like the love that once beat within my heart 
The songs of a weeping willow are the only thing I hear. 

By Bernice Bowling