All I Have Loved Has Left Poem by Brett White

When it feels like all I have loved has left,
And that my deft touch maybe wasn't so deft;
I turn my eyes to the Heavens with tears,
They pour like rain from pain held in over years.
While I find peace in a child's innocent smile,
Or within the sparrow singing with style,
The dark sadness I feel always resurfaces,
It accumulates into hopeless madness.
Because my thoughts turn heavily over lost love,
And how often can I be saved from Above?
My pleas fell so frequently on deaf ears,
They fell like rain, they fell like my tears.
How is it I can accept that which I deny?
Like that to me, My True Love would ever lie,
When for her, before that, I'd rather die.
I consider these things with a solemn sigh,
And simply ask for Mercy from the Most High.