By: Bob Marley, Featuring Lauryn Hill
Thursday, April 3, 2025
In Love & War: The Engagement
Oh my love...
Dare I say it, any of it.
Why must you haunt me so?
When I am holding my weeping face,
Why is it your name I am screaming for?
Your fingers tips I'd give anything to grasp.
What have you done to me, oh pieced part of my soul...
What is it
That you have done?
Upon every waken day,
You have ruined me.
Voiding this life. Voiding it all.
What is love, we can not know.
For have you once put your hand
upon my face?
But this that calls...
Beckons from depths of dreams
and whispering in the rains.
This that the millions of words I have written of you, for you,
Of us....
How n'er still,
any of them...
They never seem to suffice of our portrayal
and of you?
Would I not hold your heart,
Against my own
and take away what pains I can
with the love I have for you?
A long lost love that never left either of us.
A love that haunts our waking life,
A love that perhaps can never die
As it has not yet, has it?
And of the barriers you erected so long ago,
How I am living with them.
He, between us,
and I so void in my own bed...
Lost in thoughts of you,
That long ago should have passed.
No...I suppose you can not know
Unless in you, you are haunted just the same.
I know what sense it makes is so little...
But if I could,
I would
I would throw myself into your arms
And let you stare upon my sobbing melancholy.
I would hold your head, and speak no words
If holding is all you need.
It would seem as such,
We are both miserable, my beloved.
and I can not promise that either of us
Would be the medicine we need...
But I do wonder,
Everyday...
If you might love me as I need,
Knowing I could heal your heart and hold your form
Knowing a silence in our eyes that speaks volumes.
Knowing the world has gotten between us.
As have You.
As have I.
But is this a life, without the other, I wonder?
For just Love,
In all it's simplicity,
Is often the healing we need.
In all this time, this time between us,
Feeling your heaviness
and knowing I can do nothing.
I can do nothing, though I have longed to run to you.
No I suppose I am not yours.
He thinks me his; in all his possession.
and it has become a wall forged between you and I.
Between sobbing hearts that tug on one another
in the despair of their separate lives.
But how this life has become meaningless here.
How empty the hand of his proposal had become, a man with good heart,
But an arrogant and messy abuser.
I often wonder,
If I might be just revived
By your presence alone, my Beloved.
For as we both hurt...
Perhaps that does not mean,
We are both lost.
I often wonder
If each other's love,
Might be the majority of the medicine we crave;
Yet, it is unprescribed.
What have you done to me?
Ruined me for him. Ruined me.
and Oh, it's melodramatic, I know.
But is it not true?
How could I go forward with a love for him,
When my heart only aches for you?
When my soul dreams, in night and day,
Of just looking upon your eyes.
You have left a void in me,
Where once he had a bride.
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