Dear Lover

by Teatart

To my lover and mate
I pray you understand
the circumstances to which are my fate
I fear the ridiculer himself
for he cares nought of others
and solely of self
I fear the words of which
shall be spoken
but cannot halt the image
which tis not my token
I hide beneath acceptance
and hope that the ocean wave
will pass me by …
but ere comes the tide
and creep back it shall go
leaving nothing but sand –
sand and shells
shells and sand
staring eyes and outstretched hand
Strength is my pillar of salt
but tis this not my cup of flaw?
I live not for dare
but tis trouble that cares
for he shall seek out my softness and
my standing with a curved point pry
Tis Sheol that shall the door unlock
for in death is everything free!
This, Dear Lover,
shall my fate be.

~ Sherrie Dyer

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2 Comments to “Dear Lover”

  1. to love is to be strong – keep at it.

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