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She lays in bed screaming inside. Her bones ache and her heart pounds pain. She wants to tell you, she loves you, she wants you to know, but you can’t. She can’t tell you what her soul longs to pour out, she must keep it safe inside. Her fear of being crushed prevents the secret from leaving her lips. But her eyes tell you everything.

Was it love
I will never forget the burning pain
The pounding ache inside my heart
Was it love, or am I insane

I want to be set free, to undo the chain
Each tear that fell was a work of art
I will never forget the burning pain

My heart was dead, it had been slain
My dreams had all been ripped apart
Was it love, or am I insane

I was falling backward, there was no gain
Was it all a lie from the start?
I will never forget the burning pain

It felt spectacular, it wasn’t plain
In the bull’s eye with the dart
Was it love, or am I insane

Until I’m old and grey and need a cane
When my brain gives out and I lose my smart
I will never forget the burning pain
Was it love, or am I insane

Loving eyes
When she looks into your warm loving eyes
She can’t help but have a little more hope

She trusts you not to tell her lies
She holds on tight, lets you pull the rope

She trusts that you care, and that you are wise
And that with her craziness you can cope

She maybe be quirky and a little odd
But her beauty is, she loves God

nicole massey december 2005