I Want You To Hear Poem by Edward Clapham

I want you to hear the clarion call,
The watchman heralding the dawn;
A morning prayer to love.

In the deeps of the night, at the low ebb,
We doubt and fear the day alone;
Yet love slips in to reassure.

Even when love is not returned and it
Weeps within its lonely bower, yet
Still it brings comfort to the soul.

Love soothes the aches of desire within,
The hunger pains at our core.
The paradox of hope and despair.

You do not love me; yet I am strong,
For I love you with all
The joy to the spirit love brings.