IN REMEMBERANCE OF
MARY JANE WEAVER
June 23, 1941 - July 9, 2003

FEELINGS OF REJECTION

I sit within this lonely room,
with Darkness now at hand;
And wonder if my heart can take,
rejection from another man.

If love this fine is insecure,
and thrown away upon a whim.
With emptiness within my soul,
my heart cries out with love for him.

His presence still within my life,
wo whole the two of us became;
To feel the radiance of love,
I close my eyes and these remain.

I feel his lips upon my mouth,
his presence in the night.
I wonder how another man,
could ever feel this right.

It feels he's still here with me,
in everything I do each day;
My life cannot accept you see,
this love he threw away.


1994

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