Walls Infatuation Built
Early on, I called your look lust.
You named it love, one I should trust.
Startled, my feelings then crushed
A blunt voiced decline of love for us.
Your face folded, alarmed, nonplussed,
Before tenderly probing me to discuss
Why love turned my demeanor to rust.
So I shared, I gave and I conveyed
If love is real it need not persuade
For true love grows, it does not fade –
Not according to plans my heart made.
Again, you said love and I said date,
Do not rush for love gladly waits,
While infatuation will just deflate.
We may have but fleeting gifts to share
To nurture our lives overall core welfare.
Please, I continued, just give it air,
Do not rush to construct a nightmare
Built of walls that leak despair.
Still you insisted I be love ensnared.
Now we live maimed inside walls of warfare
That I stupidly allowed despite my scare.
... CayCay Jennings
October 28, 2016
Copyright © Caycay Jennings | Year Posted 2016
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