"My Love"

  "My Love"

I thought I could write well,
till I fell into this hell.
And love took me down
without a sound.

I write in madness,
now more then ever.
And weep in corners
to try to feel better.

But in all that is said
that ever will.
I love you sweetie,
forever and until.

So today I wrote,
you unread words.
And upon my bed,
said things unheard.

    S A Gibbins      2004