Oh life, Is it to be my path? Is her path to remain hidden? Will she see the embers? Or do ashes cover embers? Will the waning warmth, of a weary heart, light her way?
Oh love, Is hope worth the pain? Can hope survive the lashing of cold relentless doubt? Hours or days? Should I approach as bold Or will she turn into my night?
Unsure, My stare seen as intent to stalk, My smile seen as desperation, My approach as attack, Where attraction lies, I leave it lie, And miss opportunity so.
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Posted: Aug 2018
About this poem:
I write how I feel I conform to conventional rhyme schemes and structures when I feel like it.
If ever I find The spring of love finds my heart My life will blossom