I had rather have loved and hurt
Than to not have loved at all
For what is love, but nought
Without the pains and blinding trust.
Though love hurts, it heals
When its right, it fills
Within and without, we feel
Its tender allure, a soothing bliss
I ll rather cry those tears
Than to not have yearned
For your fingers upon my beard
Your caressing warmth in my bed.
I ll love again
For what is love without pain
I ll rather have memories
Than cling to thots of never knowing u.
I ll rather dream
Of long nights in your arms
Of the warmth and kisses
I ll rather have loved you and hurt
Than to never have felt love at all