4/1

My hands are bruised,
my arms are cut,
and my back always aches.
Between the sighs and moans of everyday,
my heart becomes a hole.
Where you once stood,
your footprints stay forever.
While I still love, you love again.
Your vioce plays in my dreams,
and your face haunts my smile,
for I only smile when I see you.
Your name is like posion,
it runs through my body and I cringe.
But I long to hear it said.
You will forever be my Love.