When love was sweet and life was good,
I thought I could never love anyone as deep,
Optimism found me in another mood,
And made promise to live and die to keep.
But after I found out the painful truth,
My heart rearranges and preserves the pain,
Hold each moment within a single thought,
I became afraid to love again.
And all the promises kind winds blow,
Opportunity into lovely notes of pleasant tune,
Through the door and at my window,
I am still afraid to love again.
When I fall asleep capsize into twisted realism,
In tears I tell myself the only secret I fear,
If chance comes by I may never love again,
Although I long to share the joy with another.
Who may be standing somewhere in the shadow,
And stare at me, but I am bound to be there,
I've turn away, yet if love could make the fear go,
And become the vestige of care.
What love so great can set my spirit free?
By night and day freedom gain from fear,
Left deep compositions haunting me,
In moods and wounds which go deep and near.
- Author: Gerry Legister (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: January 3rd, 2011 18:09
- Comment from author about the poem: Don't be afraid to love, because There is a greater capacity within us capable of making a come back.
- Category: Love
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Comments1
The picture with it is so perfect for he seems to be skeptically meditating in a good setting for contemplating how to ever trust again when screwed by "love." And it seems the only love so great to set the spirit free from fear, is the love of God, for "perfect love casteth out fear..." Is not love a choice/action on our part? And if we truly choose it, should not we be willing to suffer the pain that may be part of it?
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