My heart is full in these days of strife <br />When thoughts not voiced are like a sharp knife! <br />My sorrowful heart is full of despair <br />The cuts are deep, will never repair! I wonder why each day and night <br />My sorrowful heart has no respite. <br />"Tis true I pray to God above <br />"Fill me with love, fill me with Love." My heart is full, so full of Love <br />The thoughts are voiced, but not like a Dove. <br />So each day my sorrowful heart <br />Sinks down to the valley, without words to impart! Sometimes I wonder <br />What happens to Love, <br />So scorned and abolished <br />Given to us by God above.<br /><br />Carla Ruth Finke<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-sorrowful-heart/
