His words glide like silk against soften skin
I am captivated by the thought wondering should I give in
Could this be a chance by the angels
Hearing a prayer for a heart that has always dangled
I sometimes fall too easy in the trap
Then curse myself as I wipe off the crap..
left on my shoes as I walk away
From a broken heart some would say
Precaution is what is needed
Not some romantic lines that he will feed me
Desperately the heart does cry
The mind stops and says perhaps one more try
But fear is bigger than the head and heart
For love always seems to depart
And broken promises lay withered upon the floor
As the final sound hits the door
Should this chance be taken?
Is it meant to be?
Broken dreams will they awaken?
Or will truth shine and lead me to my final decree
We can't help ourselves we always take the chance, in Love especially, other things maybe not. Lovely poem, Patricia.
Wow, this is really good... probably my favorite of yours. Very well written!
Patricia, chances should be taken, for if we don't there is always a linger doubt in our mind as to what might have happened. Great write. Top marks from me and thanks for sharing it my friend. David
...as love always moves the best of me, this poem reached in and touched some emotional depths that I've hide so secretly. This is a good read. Thank you, Patricia. Daffodil
'His words glide like silk against soften skin' Rachel Ann Buler
'Precaution is what is needed Not some romantic lines that he will feed me' The answer to 'A Chance, ' lies here itself.
When we love ourselves, and are confident, we are interesting as there is always some mystery about us. At times, when a person falls in love, they don’t have time for themselves. Lovely lines………..10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
His words glide like silk against soften skin... most men utter words of flattery yet there are few who speak the truth! Thanks for sharing. worth the 10.