11/2/11

My Love is Like the Rain
By Chris Pedersen


My love is like the rain, he said,
Here one day and gone the next;
Tender as a gentle mist,
Fierce as the raging storm.
No way to know which path I take,
No freedom of which to call my own;
I covet what they seek to take,
To praise and not to scorn.

The thunder! My beating heart when thou draw near;
And lightning! How can words describe?
The rain falls on unyielding glass,
To never be let inside.
A woe to one when light be shunned,
To dwell in darkness most complete;
The suffrage of mine broken heart,
To fulfill thou selfish need.

If love is true, then love is blind,
Yet love was nothing but a lie;
A connection sought but never won,
Thine devotion to be tried.
If faith to fail the test of time
What left but to resign my fate?
Through helping hand and healing word,
Fair warning be ignored.

My love is like the rain, he said,
Which falls upon unyielding glass;
To quickly rise and bless the day,
And quickly then to fade.
The time has come, for rising sun,
To chase away the cold and gray;
And leave the rain no other choice,
Than simply fade away.


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Chris Pedersen is a young artist who is studying to become a Personal Trainer. He currently has no prior writing experience, yet still enjoys drawing and writing poetry. He often finds inspiration for his poetry through describing situations in which people often find themselves trapped,and in their subsequent struggle to break free.