Beloved
Don't punish me for loving you,
for such cannot be helped.
Don't be angry or abuse me,
for a torment Fate has dealt.
I'm at the Hands of Mercy,
no other will ever do.
My heart sold out,
betrayed me,
that someone,
Love, is you!
Say you spare me from the anguish,
protect me from the grief?
But I say it's far too late,
our love was far too brief.
For I loved you before this disease,
I loved you from the start.
And now is such a cruel time
to break my heart apart.
Don't punish me for loving you,
by pushing me away.
Just hold me tightly in your arms,
and forever with me stay.
Deborah Gibson Taylor
