Though I broke my promise and your trust,
My love for you remains as strong as ever.
Thus time will heal this wound and leave no scar.
Since I now know the pain of losing you,
I'll be yours more than I could before,
And you will see what my true feelings are.
Sometimes we have to lose what we most cherish
To understand how much we are in need.
We play with life until we nearly perish
To dare the darkness, though within we bleed.
I know my need of you more than before;
Thus for my trespass you may trust me more.
I don't expect you soon to love me,
Nor are my own feelings clear.
Passion is the ornate entrance
To a world we crave and fear.
We cannot know where this will take us,
Nor whether we will ride for long,
But pleasure is the overture
That flows into the larger song.
So come with me with open mind
And heart, and we the time will prove
With laughter and with joy unfettered,
And, perhaps, someday with love.
1 comment:
extremely touching poem
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