Trade of Hurt

My heart hurts yes it does! But I refuse to trade the hurt that reach me from my love. It's to me, what a drop of honey is to a bee. My life's work, no joy is plenty enough to match the sweet sweet agony of my hurt That reach me from my love. I drink from my hurt till I'm hollow, Till I become the hurt and become no more. I Sleep with no hope for the morrow And wake up to a dream full of sorrow. So rich and deep is my hurt that reaches me from my love. I've cradled it, nurtured it It's my breath that my hurt breathes. I've traded my life for it but I refuse to trade my hurt, For my hurt is how I perceive love. . ©su_tshant