My Devotion

If pain were your compassion
And tears the joy I had.
If tormenting me became your life
And my suffering made you glad.

Were hard drugs your slow undoing,
Deceit your calling card.
If your heart was bound in sorrow
And your passions frozen hard.

Were your touch not soft or gentle,
Your kiss both cold and blue.
And your arms reserved for strangers
on some distant avenue.

If time forgot to soothe my pain
And you just walked away.
And if you chose another heart
On our solemn wedding day.

It may be too much sorrow
And much too many tears.
But it's not enough to quell my love
My devotion through the years.

by GREENWOLFE 1962

Comments (21)

Were your touch not soft or gentle, Your kiss both cold and blue. Rachel Ann Butler
wow, what a remarkable piece. devotion to one is an underlining word of neverending loyalty through love and respect. your words convey such greatness and move me to sigh with contentment.
you are really good....im just an amiture......hmmmmmm but i love this poem! ! !
I really enjoy this poem. You are very clever with words, Greenwolfe.
I have read the first 20 and certainly do enjoy your body of work thus far, I look forward to reading the rest! ~beau
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