A simple “sorry”
A “no need to worry”
A tender touch
Too much? Too much?
A sign of caring
An act of bearing
your soul to me
You see? You see?
Drop the pretense
No more defence
Can you be true?
Can you? Can you?
A “no”? A “yes”
Must I still guess?
I’m torn apart!
My heart! My heart!
Your eyes, the ones I wish to see
A look to take to bed
Instead, they turn another’s way
Stony with adulterous lies
Your lips, the ones I wish to kiss
A word to fill my heart
Instead, find hollow promises
Tongued with lashing whips
Your mind, the one I wish to know
A thought to turn my head
Instead, alone with own I stay
Deep with shallow kind
Your hand, the one I wish to hold
With fingers firm entwined
Instead, it writes an ode from one
Adream with promised land
My heart, the one I cherish dear
Love, honour and obey
In steadfast faithfulness to me
This knowledge does impart
Rivulets of ruby
trickle through pulsing tributaries;
weather storm-filled streams.
Beauty, paper deep
Such a shame you burn so well
Pyre of memories
Jane Sandford 