We talked and listened and trusted,
We cussed and yelled and hit.
Through it all our love held true,
Just so you could say you quit.
I know that feeling sometimes change,
But what caused all this hate?
What makes my loving you, more each day,
Too much to tolerate?
I'm still not sure what it is I do,
That in your eyes offends.
You say that our love isn't there anymore,
But in time, perhaps we'll be friends.
On that day, long ago, when I told you,
"I love you more than you'll ever know",
I never dreamed that for me to prove it,
I would have to let you go.
by
Rusty Black
Copyright©1995 Rusty Black