Lessons

Love I gave to you
Should have been asked for
Should have been earned

Love I gave to you
Should have been deserved
Should have been returned

It was none of these
And it was so much more
What are the lessons learned

Love freely given
Is freely rejected
This is a lesson learned

All to often
Best just isn't enough

Love that grew for you
Took me into darkness
Left me bleeding and burned

Love that grew for you
Was truth disregarded
Tip to toe fully spurned

I hurt through the soles
Of my feet where I walked
In a dark world that yearned

Love freely given
Is freely rejected
This is a lesson learned

All too often
Best just isn't enough
Posted on Sunday, July 09, 2006 -- 1 comments
Posted by Anonymous Anonymous, at Mon Jul 10, 06:11:00 p.m.  
I like the poem. And happy belated birthday (it is just a number) :)
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