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Why So Afraid

Oh, why must you of love be so afraid? To hide behind the wall of broken dream For once your love was callously betrayed And now you will not bathe in passion’s stream I wait for time with truth to curse that lie That faithfulness illusive must remain You think, unloved, that LOVE to you must die And so you close your heart and nurse the pain Lie silent, love, and let me soothe your soul You’re battle weary, made to feel like steel Succumb to me and give to me control My soothing touch is able hurt to heal Unchanging is my love, a fervent fire Condition it knows not, nor treachery To bless you with contentment, its desire If you but test, you’ll know its constancy My love for you lies dormant for a time I wait awakening of you to me I fear you will not feel its heat: a crime There is so much my love was meant to be My love for you is pillow for your head My love for you is food for famished frame My love for you is peace on restful bed My love for you is lust devoid of shame Give in to me; give in to this my plea Let down your guard and let me taste of you My lips have longed to kiss what eyes can see This love that fills my heart is love that’s true Eileen Manassian

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Sandy Tadros

Date: 6/18/2015 2:05:00 PM

This is beautifully written and very inspiring! especially the first stanza, it stirred so many emotions ..

Robert Lindley

Date: 11/25/2014 8:41:00 AM

This is a pure gem! Wrapped in a gold setting and gifted with a smile!!! Super 7 and adding this to my fav list. I learned a lot by reading this and thank you for that lesson.... We old poets sometimes forget about learning new things when we write of romance, having been so long in that business ourselves. This sets with the best of them IMHO.

Justin Bordner

Date: 11/23/2014 8:40:00 PM

Love prior violated need not deprive the heart of companionship's miracle...love can be reborn...this is what your poem instills in my heart Eileen. To be afraid of love is to be afraid of life. I enjoyed the unusual word arrangements within the lines which demonstrate excellent intellectual flexibility. J.A.B.

Sarai Virden

Date: 11/23/2014 11:51:00 AM

Sounds like your love would be refuge for any wounded heart. Beautifully written. Hugs

Eileen Manassian
Date: 11/23/2014 1:40:00 PM

Thank you, my dear. You are very kind. We can write....we can write. Hugs

Richard Lamoureux

Date: 11/23/2014 11:21:00 AM

This feels like a piece from one of the masters of yesteryear. Perfection!

Eileen Manassian
Date: 11/23/2014 1:41:00 PM

A master, indeed! Richard...how sweet! Thank you. I'm touched.

Terrell Martin

Date: 11/23/2014 8:12:00 AM

Eileen, I find it a stretch to add more comment to what's already been posted below except there aren't enough words left to describe the beauty and passion of love you've truly captured in this poem. So many love poems are childish and immature but this one is full of depth, passion and feeling. Thank you, Terry

Eileen Manassian
Date: 11/23/2014 1:42:00 PM

Terry, this is a lovely compliment. I thank you. I'm grateful that you see depth in this piece. Writing is the air I breathe. I'm totally addicted. When I don't write, I feel like a fish out of water...and I do love the water. :) Will be by to see more of your work soon.

Jack Ellison

Date: 11/23/2014 6:59:00 AM

Passionately written... sad but with promise! Love and big hugs, Kenneth XXX

Eileen Manassian
Date: 11/23/2014 1:44:00 PM

Hey, Kenny....you naughty boy writing about...F...rts! ;) I'll come your way soon. Why do I have to correct papers when I want to be writing poems. Life is unfair. It's a living. Hugs

Kayod5 Kayode

Date: 11/23/2014 5:30:00 AM

How would one describe this,the meter,the rhyme, the flow and the message; you are just too much , great my Eileen.

Eileen Manassian
Date: 11/23/2014 5:35:00 AM

Oh! How very sweet, Kayode! :) I'm impressed by your lovely post. Your Creed poem was amazing. Glad to have this visit.

Paul Callus

Date: 11/22/2014 5:03:00 PM

I have read the insightful comments posted by Brenda and AH. They are perfect examples of what I consider constructive feedback. I rarely use Iambic Pentameter, but I like its feel/beat when reading it. It goes so well with this passionate plea of love...seductive, to say the least! // paul

Eileen Manassian
Date: 11/22/2014 5:16:00 PM

Paul...we live only once. I'm reminded of this daily. There is no time for regrets. I'm glad you like this piece. I went easy on seductive...but I guess it has to make itself felt now and again. This was to be more of a tender write....Thank you for the visit and kind words.

Carl Fraser

Date: 11/22/2014 4:47:00 PM

A wonderful, beautiful masterpiece Eileen, I can feel the longing to soothe someone else's anguish with love by simply asking them to let you in. Bravo my friend very very well written. Blessings Carl

Eileen Manassian
Date: 11/22/2014 5:15:00 PM

Thank you, Carl. Love is always a risk. To not love is to risk losing happiness. I'm glad to have your visit.

Brenda Meier-Hans

Date: 11/22/2014 3:34:00 PM

First I love Iambic Pentameter, and second this is one of the best I have ever read. I think everyone has been here at one time or another and you wrote this so beautifully it was like I was reading something so sacred and magical. There was nothing shameful as I read, just like a beautiful piece of art. 7 + Fav. I could never praise you enough I am so captivated by this brilliant masterpiece.

Eileen Manassian
Date: 11/22/2014 5:14:00 PM

Awww....thanks for coming back, Brenda. You are so right. We write for the pure joy of writing. My heart beats dictate my writes at times. Thank you...for being so kind and sweet. We need more poets like you.

Brenda Meier-Hans
Date: 11/22/2014 4:08:00 PM

It doesn't matter if it is old school or not, and nobody has to love it. It is our choice. I wrote my first Iambic Pentameter poem about two months ago here and I love the ticking of the meter. Some just can't feel that magical beat and that is ok. But if you feel it then when you read the metered poems and feel that rhythm you are moved inside. Especially when the poem is as beautiful as this one. XOXO

Eileen Manassian
Date: 11/22/2014 3:39:00 PM

BRENDA!!! :) You have brought me exquisite joy. My work is my soul...When someone praises what I have written, it affirms my existence. Thanks ever so much. I do love Iambic Pentameter and have written several poems in this form. I know there are those who think this is old school, but I love the tradition way of expressing my thoughts. I'm blessed by your visit. Hugs.