The Rebirth of Love

Her voice like the wind,

whispered in my ear.

All the lonely feelings,

gone with a single tear.

She tells me of her love,

for me she has found.

Her hand touching my cheek,

a tear full of sound.

How could she find love,

in one who knows not.

What is it she sees,

other than what is shot.

How do I tell her,

I want to return love?

Yet, selfishness consumes,

this heart full of lust.

Doe's she understand,

my heart longs to give?

A love I never knew,

the kind I see her live.

This tear she has wiped,

was so close to my heart.

Her love shinning light

where I had grown dark.

Dedicated to Lisa Lynch

2007