At Times Love Has Visited Me [4] Poem by Gert Strydom

At times love has visited me
and left, left me
and has gone away.
It has gone to different shores,
leaving hurt, sadness
and the want for somebody
to be steady with

and every time like a fool, I am caught
in the snares that love sets,
believing in its charm, believing
that it really exists

as something more than mere passion,
as something greater
than all wants and needs
and the hope keeps alive
flickering like a candle in my heart,
for a real relationship to start.