I am a victim of my own heart
I am in love, but love withdraws from me
And I'm left with wishes of what could have been
I cannot contend with what comes. I have tried, to no avail
Acquiescence is my only choice
Terrible thingc love
Compelling us to concede in a world bereft of compromise
Making us feel indomitable, yet weak and exposed
Easily undervalued is the intensity of this emotion
Because we fail to appreciate the power of THE three words
And we take little notice of the heart
So complex, yet easily broken
So effortlessly forgotten
And timec is just time; it heals NOTHING
So blessed I am then, with the reality that I at last have within myself the ability to love
Yet here I stand a victim...
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