Speak softly my love,
For my heart is filled with fear,
Such trembling in my soul,
Whenever you are near…
I seek the light of your love,
Enjoying the sound of your voice,
But the memories of the past,
Leave me little choice,
The door stays partially open,
So I always have a way out,
Hoping you understand,
What my fear is all about…
So long I stayed in the dark,
Hidden by its beauty,
I want to trust your heart,
But know you have your duty…
One day,
You shall walk away,
And I will be standing here,
Knowing all I have,
Is the realization of my fear…
You asked me to wait,
How long will I be able to?
I wonder if you even know,
What you ask me to do…
Feeling that rush of darkness,
Come crashing in,
Wanting to lie down among the leaves,
Wanting to believe,
One day you’ll return to me,
I wonder what you’ll see,
Will the woman you loved,
Still be me…
So speak softly my love,
Don’t tell me any lies,
Every time I think of your leaving,
A part of me dies…
In the morning dawn I stand,
Looking over the edge of the abyss,
Remembering the beauty,
Of our last kiss…
You keep promising to return one day,
I am hoping I can stay,
Just long enough to see it,
And hear you softly say;
The measure of true love is being able to trust another with every fiber of our beings. Easier said than done. Your peom reflects this fear perfectly, Retta!
Even when you close the door some light gets in. It is a hint that what is on the other side is more warming. We acn never really close our doors when the healthier choice is love.
truly lovely and heartfelt write, reindeer; thanks for sharing! also love the pic; it fits the nature of this poem perfectly! :D (((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in texas, karen lynn.
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A++++! Super write!
Julie :)
Great emotion in this poem.
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Beautiful write
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