If pain were your compassion
by GREENWOLFE 1962
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.