Where Does A Tear Begin

Long before a tear,
where did it begin?

Before yesterday's goodbye,
I am sure.

Long before the night,
or the pleasure
of the night.

Love is love.
Love is hate.

Love is real.
Love is blind.

Long before a tear,
where do I begin?

Before yesterday's goodbye,
I am sure.

Where I used to find pleasure,
I still do.

Funny though...
how the heart rolls
with the tide.

I can't change love;
I can't.

Robert H Green
© 20 FEB 2007