Generational Poets Poem by karen fumani

THOUGHT WRONG
You picking my feelings would make you hate me
But to love, rather both we hang too close to the thoughts
Before getting carried away, who knows where….
The heart cannot fade, but to a pint of death shall it be so.

The love of the heart cannot be denied if known to be of the heart.
Blame it on me, if you blame it on me, but please one thing pleading on,
Not the heart, for with it does so it pleads love
And if it’s not gentle love may it be schooled by your blame for the heart.
If the first will always be the last,
Why then worry thy feelings covered by hate

To the heart that is to be set aside.
If you can prove illegal love then do so too mine
For sure to let go of mine awaits’, out of the carrying heart
And shall be of no more to remember, but not the mind

If the mind forgets, it might by also do the one next to you
That is not known to the heart accused of seeing two and not one.
But if mine heart cannot be proved illegal, then in due time let it be.
Saying to have climbed that high to bend the knees would be lie,
To have went down again would be falls to who im said to be,
But more of the two can do the high and bending to pray
If I’m for you the be for me.