T'was Love
On nights I felt
As still as stone
When by my window
I cried alone
Each tear
Each fear
Each moan
Each groan
Was but a stitch of misery sewn
By haunting hands of great despair
A torture cold and so unfair
A cruel and taunting kind of dare
Doubt accepted to trap me there
By such a window still and bleak
To make me feel that I was weak
And weak I was to always be
When beaten by such misery,
But by that window
SUDDENLY
Was what I thought
I could not see
When trapped I was
Inside my mind
And lost I was
In sorrow's time
But there it was
Oh, so sublime,
T'was love that sat with me.
T'was love that walked with me,
T'was love that talked with me..
And love that prayed with me...
And love that stayed with me..
The love of God
The love of friends
The love of all who cared.
In sorrow's midst,
Love does exist
And love is what they shared.
To those who see the captive ones
Whose hearts shall seek the key,
Once I was a captive one.
T'was love that set me free.
~T.S. Wilkins~
