The Absence of Love
Can love heal wounds or does it scar you more?
It’s true that love can fuel you with desire,
And some walk gladly through its open door.
They say life’s nothing but for love’s true fire.
But I, a coward, shrink ‘fore love’s demands.
A metal cage, the ring would bind me fast.
Explore! my heart says, find yourself new lands.
Your youth evaporates, it will not last.
But maybe all this is a clever ruse;
My heart’s been battered, torn, and cast aside.
Perhaps I fear more pain, more sharp abuse,
And thus eschew those duties of a bride.
When all is said and done, my soul speaks clear –
A placid sea, my heart, without love near.