Upon my stool of love br br I’m buried in a casket of doubt br br My heart is like an injured dove br br Which has been dealt a clout. br br br br I can barely see tomorrow br br Today is a lost shadow br br Survival leads, and my heart follows br br Feeble it is like a bones marrow. br br br br Love ought not hurt this much br br When a wink from an enemy br br Or a wave, or a touch br br Is subject to scrutiny. br br br br Love is a prisoner br br A helpless victim of pressure br br Love is a wanderer br br To some…an everlasting treasure br br ….