What It Seems Poem by Brian Atrue

a blessing for few
the joy of I knew
and I meet
and I held
and I loved

so to crossroads ahead
when feelings are lead
and I fell
and I hurt
and I cried
but my soul had not died
and my heart yearned for your touch
as I sat
as I saw
as I fall
softly in love once again
as blind as back then
when I couldn't defend
from your stare
from your time
from your needs
the ones you don't share
because life is not fair
and I'm thinking too much
because you'll never admit
if the pieces don't fit
your plans
your hopes
your dreams
at least,
that's what it seems..