Longings Poem by Fay Slimm

It would better be left un-said
But time and again words arise framed
Boldly invading my un-wary brain
And sentence themselves to be read.

Really better be left un-thought.
Let my soul's hungry yearning be blamed.
Troublesome aching invokes you once more
And conscience becomes over-wrought.

Far, far better be left un-felt,
But let spiritual needs be acclaimed.
Breaking conventional ties, there's let loose
Desire - deemed to make the heart melt.! !