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The Anger Within.
We walk a lonely path,
Until we meet the one…
Who totally baffles and bemuses,
And find in our heart they have won.
They have won us over to perfection,
And they are the B all and end all of life,
And no matter what fate befalls us,
It will never cause us strife.
Love, that's the one word,
That fills us to the brim,
With an abundance of feelings,
To help us always win.
But, it all turns sour,
As bitter as a lemon drop,
Because fate decided to harm,
And it continues when we want it to stop!
Anger, bitter and twisted,
A feeling so nasty and vile,
Because of something that happened,
So bad that it took our smile.
The anger within is unbearable,
The feeling of sadness in our heart,
For something that we could easily lose,
When we never wanted to part.
Hold it close to your breast,
And keep that love shining bright,
Never lose what you cherish,
And thank God every single night.
If its worth having its worth the fight,
And no matter the trials ahead,
Hold up your chin, you know you can win, Let those love feeling spread.
So when cupid shoots his arrow,
And you catch it in your heart,
Hold on tight to the person you love,
And stay strong so you never part.
© Catherine Inglesby 2001
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