Pain of love

by  Brad O’Neill

There are no words that I have found,

There are no liquors in which it drowns.

There are no songs that have yet been sung,

Nothing to shield the hearts of the young.

From the pain of love, yet to come

Yes there most certainly are happy times,

Wedded bliss, after church bell chimes.

But real life, is not a song,

There are hurts, and there are wrongs.

We knew not what we entered in,

Naively together, our life begins.

From the pain of love, yet to come.

I want to say here and now,

Make it clear beyond a doubt.

There are none, who make it through,

This life is filled with hurt and you,

just need to know there is a sum.

From the pain of love, yet to come

The life we claim, takes its toll,

hidden pain, surfaces and rolls.

The little things buried deep,

The seeds we plant, our spouses reap.

We hurt without even trying,

While we are living, we are dying.

From the pain of love, yet to come.

Take my hand; I’ll walk you through,

Take my life and your dreams too.

Hurt with me, as I with you,

Hold me tight, and we’ll make it through

Walk with me, do not fall,

Talk with me, break the wall.

From the pain of love, yet to come.

Your pretty eyes are filled with fear,

Your gentle face, a fallen tear.

We face a future, I never thought,

I thank the lord for what I’ve got.

Losing all means nothing to me,

You are here, I’m on bended knee.

From the pain of love, yet to come.

I never knew I could bring such pain,

My failure is a falling rain.

The drops they wash all that’s you,

You stand strong, through and through.

I wish I could, make it right,

Through the darkness, find the light.

From the pain of love, yet to come.

I would gladly give, my very life,

If it would end, your tortured strife.

But it would only complicate,

The steps that you and I must take.

To make it through until the very end,

If there is light, or in darkness we descend.

From the pain of love, yet to come.

You could not know, what I would put you through,

I should have known, and walked away from you.

Guilt and anger have replaced my dreams,

dead is ambition, only failure it seems.

Nothing from the pain, I have forced on you,

Yet you willing accepted as if you knew.

15 years ago, you said I do,

And didn’t turn away,

From the pain of love, yet to come.

Thank you.