I’ve never whispered much about my life <br />Nor have I offered up this veiled soul <br />To anyone, save maybe once, a love <br />With eyes like burning coal <br /> <br />But oh this hate, that sad and sullen tear <br />That never once did find a way to cry <br />That searches for a way in which to flee <br />From out behind that fire eye <br /> <br />It wasn’t I that opened up the curse <br />But other storms that never quite sat still <br />And even though the birds sing that it’s over <br />I doubt you ever will<br /><br />Ben Paynter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/no-need-to-shiver-now-the-storms-have-left/
