A Measure Of Love

It’s not that my heart is ugly
It’s not that my heart isn’t true
It isn’t the things that are lonely
It’s only the pain that I gave to you

Love is a measure of missing
Love is a measure of truth
Love is forever forgiving
Love is The Mystery of you

The days of the wind on the water
Are only the ways of a fool
The joy of my heart is a sorrow
I wish I could carry for you

I find in the mirror a shadow
Of things I could never do
I look through the glass I have broken
At the things I could never undo