I know I say things that I don't mean.
I also take action that is harmful, my dear.
The habits I have developed are less than acceptable.
My love for you is there and I value you.
I don't understand myself why I give in to compulsions.
When I fantasize about things you may have done, I make our lives deplorable.
When I take these actions I know that the outcome will hurt.
I am aware that the fears I have are old and sent from another time.
I hold you dear yet in the middle of all this is a woman scorned.
Copyright 01-14-2009 ©® Sarah Sisson
If only we could take our words back sometimes...good write Sarah...thank you...Fi
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
S ure, love is tactless sometimes a t times when jealousy rules r easons must be heard a nd considered for love's sake h oney, understanding is the key to love!