A love stricken soul touched by love...

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“A Love Stricken Soul Touched By Love, and Left With a Bruise”

Can the stroke of this pen,
Reflect the sadness in this heart?
For no mirror could ere give face
To the soul within torn apart.

How long can this facade stand?
Before its structure formed from fear, and doubt
Cracks, crumbles, and collapses in upon itself
Revealing the validity of its core throughout?

Lost became my spirit
Somewhere along the way,
Lost in the folly of boyhood,
Feeling that love could never slip away.

One heart is not enough,
To suspend a falling love,
Though my heart had wings
That was something hers knew nothing of.

Even through all the pain,
And heartache that hurt this soul so,
I cannot relinquish my grip on the past
Or the future I shall never know...

‘Tis upon the precipice of life
That I now stand,
The ground crumbling beneath my feet,
How I long for some saving hand.

Please God give me strength,
To stand or die falling!
But forsake me not,
And leave me in this hell crawling…!

Josh Quintana