Predicament
. Poetical ramblings... I cast you out and try to fight Yet your light ,that flame within your breast it burns so bright A thousand words come back to me Do not go there, it's too close ,too near The day is lost and night draws nigh Here I am praying ,hoping for that help looking up to the sky. Still feebly wondering is it some trick Some maddening game that will end real quick? Yet as I ponder this great theme Your youth and beauty can be seen. Your hands and eyes are calm and strong And voice such charm, I could be wrong. A thousand times I wonder why Myriad pondering I cannot let by If I should go where you do call What will it cost, the price of it all? Photo: Lennart Heim unsplash