I Held Your Hands, You Did Not Pray
I held your hands, you did not pray
Your silence withered me like a wreath
I smiled at you inscrutable like a new day
And waited on time for soon defeat
When love has lost its voice it has no will
For nothing sings inside a desolate heart
The eyes are drooping limbs in winter’s chill
The bodies like ships so slowly drift apart
You are enticed by gardens with more gold
My neighbor’s once watered dying grass
Where artificial flowers bloomed in the cold
Undiscerning I competed, I spent and lost
Resisting winter to boast my unfading rose
Foolish in love then, and phony you the more
Love is all we should be, nothing that we pose
We make the gift alone who knew what freedom was before.
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