I want to hold and kiss her,
but all I do is miss her.
I'm tortured everyday,
for she's so far away.
What punishment this is,
of all that GOD does give.
Miserably I live,
in scoff of happy others.
No love for me is hard,
I'm several broken parts.
Crumbled in the heart,
black of flesh and dark.
Lacking love and tenderness,
I am the hardest of a man.
Things are keep away from me,
Ive yet to understand.
Of all that GOD does give,
what punishment this is...
saint cynosure ( Ken Bennight )
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/of-all-that-god-does-give/
