Love Lures - Poem by Cheryl Griffith
I am afraid to dream of love
Not the way lovers do
Or even think as much
Lest it torment my heart
and tempt my soul, I know of such
I'm afraid to let my heart feel
It is better numb or dead
Than feel something that may never be
I know such miseries
Still, my heart continues to feel for you
An intense, surging need for you
And what am I to do
with this dream I'm dreaming
The passion it brings
The sting of the fire that burns
My flesh, my skin
Do you understand this woman's yearning?
Or the depth of love I'm feeling?
Oh love, sweet love, sweet agony
What pain, what pleasures awaits me?
Yet, I'm thankful for little blessings
To have dream a dream
And feel these feelings
For the few and short meetings and partings
And the many passions in-between.
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