A Loved Presumed

Summer romance,
Danger from day one,
Desire stronger than need,
Her heart already won.

Both hearts welcomed,
But never perfectly fit,
Passed secrets with lies,
To her hands from his.

His touch powerful and intense,
Made her feel strong,
But could not help her understand,
How it all could feel so wrong.

Hands held her below the water,
Breathless,
Hopeless,
He thought she was
Fearless.

Flew through darkness,
Hands clenched to his waist,
He saw what he wanted.
The truth hidden by blind faith.

Fear versus love,
Danger written on his face,
But in her eyes,
Love took it’s place.

She wondered if they could say it,
‘I love you,’
‘I love you, too,’
But words do not always,
Speak the truth.

Truth versus love,
Fear spread thin,
Lets go of his hand,
She does not need him.
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Written by my sister for a school project(We only changed two words) But really, I didn't
know she could write poetry! I'm proud. :)
Based off of the novel "Honey, Baby, Sweetheart" by Deb Calleti
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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Anderson Avatar
April 6, 2010 at 4:54 PM
Hey Destiny, Thnx for leaving comments on my writes...means a lot to me...Jimmy...I'm asking Audrey to post this comment on my behalf..I'm incarcerated so I have friends who post my comments for me...later...Jimmy
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April 6, 2010 at 2:34 PM
This is great poetry writing, Destiny..she's a natural...encourage her to post on PS..share her gift...Peace, love, audrey
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April 5, 2010 at 3:54 PM
Tell your sister she did a great job! Very powerful--be proud Destiny!
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April 5, 2010 at 3:07 PM
What a powerful write from your sister, BD. "Fear versus love" is a compelling concept that infers manipulation and falsehoods. I knew people who tried to "woo" young girls by frightening them. They didn't realize the impression they made resulted in driving away the smart girls. You have a right to be proud of your sister! Love, Carolyn
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