"Love"
When he breaks my heart it feels
like an angry fist strangling my
heart choking it angrily and mean
and how helpless i feel my heart
breaking if it were glass it would
shatter this is how he tells me he
loves me-- he orders me around
the house like a maidservant
i know to myself that it is only
his way of keeping himself alive
Because if he werent breaking my heart
then his own heart would be breaking
he's in pain and he take it out
on me, my poor heart yet i
know he is utterly lost and
helpless without me--i am his
mother, wife, sister, best friend,
i keep bread on the table
i know he is crying under the
surface, that it is really his own
heart breaking that is why he comes
home from his horrible job
heartbroken, and takes his pain
out on me Lovingly I help him
To Bear His Load of Pain
That's what it means
to love one another-- to bear
one another's pain.  We are
forever
in jesus' name,
amen.