Tell Me

Is it fair for me to love you?

Me, a young soul, tender at heart, but man everywhere else.

 

Because as I cling to this love for you my dear,

Someone else, in the unconsciousness, the unawareness,

The prediction of my mind and knowledge, lies a sweetheart,

Whose intention is to know me, to find me, to have me.

 

Is it fair for me to love you?

Is it fair for her to love me, when I love you?

 

Some reap what they sow,

Some want to reap where there is no sow.

Have I sowed at heart to reap, 

Or do I wait to want to reap what is not sowed?

This poem is about: 
Me
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Comments

Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

Powerful expression! Please never stop expressing from the heart. Continue the journey of poetry. 

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