FOR THE SAKE OF LOVE

I too can speak about love 
Its flights and heights 
The rugged paths and starry nights 
It's healing and regrets 
The sleepless nights I try to forget.
Love kept me up late at night 
Pacing the floor 
Wondering if you were alright
Staring into the darkness 
Hoping to get a glimpse of your face 
The love of my heart that had become faceless.
I too can speak about love 
How it's gripping claws tore my gentle heart 
The same heart you fell in love with at the start 
The one I gave so freely being satisfied 
With your parted lips simply saying you loved me.
Is it a surprise that a man could love this way 
Enduring the stench of infidelity and unfaithfulness 
Having to dwell among friends with his head bowed down 
Being a laughing stock and the talk of the town.
Come on... Give me a break 
Yes it was love and not a mistake 
And even though you slay me 
Yet will I trust you 
And wherever you may be
Just know that I am still madly and deeply 
In love with you.
I too can speak about love 
Because love speaks of me.
By 
Wilford Barker.