How quickly turns the wheel
on which our heartaches ride
our love which was so evergreen
now shows its winter side.
She kissed my soul and loved me as a boy
her love for ten years nurtured me
a mother, friend, lover and more.
Much more than these.
Her love has been my sanity
her loss beyond belief.
I guess the hardest part
is to see the change in her.
The bitter weeds her heartache’s sowed
and which my own injustice grew.
Sometimes I see her faults so clear
sometimes only her love.
The same girl whose moods enrage me
is the one whose love can then unthaw.
I guess I can live without her love
but I wonder how to pass these straits
where my heartaches mount in chorused screams
and each moment becomes a day.
gallagher
14 may 78 – Long Beach
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
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