Iron in The Sun

I could withstand most any pain
If you were in my life, again
Because no suffering’s akin

To your absence
For you’re gone when
I wake
At morn
Except in heart
Where you’re a feeling
And a thought

When an empty weekend bought
A spirit-pleasure
And some laughs
For my gaffs

And you’re a dream
When stars are out
Their light not bright
As love’s devout

And other souls appealing
Thin can’t make the warmth
That stirs within

And all that’s beautiful and true
Reminds this heart of none
But you

And that’s a bit of what’s the pain
That makes this life
But a refrain

Without you

Carl Atteniese

© Copyright 2012 Carl Atteniese Jr., All Rights Reserved.

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