dry.
When the one we love ignores us
There’s nothing to do but cry.
The worst curse that one can endure
Are those who just wish to take.
When all we give is our own love
To find out we’ve made a mistake.
Of all the prizes life may bring
To be loved is by far the best.
That’s why so many search for it
For without love, what good is the rest?
THAT OLD COVERED BRIDGE
We returned to that old covered bridge
Where as sweethearts we used to go.
To kiss, hug, and squeeze in the shadows
While beneath us the water would flow.
Up under its wood roof of shingles
Is where we took refuge from the rains.
Carved in some boards within that old bridge
Side by side you’ll still find our names.
Our memories of our past childhood
Are a gift from God for us to keep.
Like that picture you once gave me
Which I peaked at before I could sleep.
We find ourselves back at that old bridge
Only now, with our kids to catch fish.
We pray someday that they’ll find love
And come here with someone, just to wish.
SOME MEN PRAY
Some men pry to marry the woman they love
Where my prayers can’t help but somewhat vary
As I humbly pray to heaven above
That I am loved by the woman I marry.
The essence of love is its spiritual fire
And there’s nothing more sought after on earth.
Man’s only escape is his own flight
But what, without love would his life be worth.
Love can be man’s worst pain or best pleasure
A dangerous gamble he
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