Love's almost dead,
barely hanging by a thread.
The threads about to break,
please let there be a mistake.
Down on my begging knees,
I beg of God please.

I'm hanging on that thread,
even though I prefer love instead.
I'm swinging like Tarzan on a vine,
towards the rising sunshine.
Blinded I can't see that tree,
but it can see me.

I hit the tree a long time ago hard,
it almost knocked love from my heart.
Almost before I got a good start,
trying to love almost tore me apart.
My heads still ringing,
but I won't quit swinging.
As long as there's a thread,
I'll hold on until I'm dead.

OnepoetGem