Life and Love

A Poem about the bonds of love

I have been true I can true stay

Yet at times I want to stray

Off the straight and narrow path

To sing, to dance, to float, to laugh

You seem to live for ‘morrow, dear

And that for me is dead, I fear

All I want is life and you

Yet you drift through all I do

To keep you is an endless task

That sometimes seems ‘tis but a mask

To want this thing called us to last

And wish no one else should drink this glass

Yet still I ponder it anew

What is this thing I found called you?

That just as I turn to go

Calls me back, recoiling so

Tells me o’er and o’er again

Not to run to stay; remain

Not to trash and ruin and burn

That which we built I cannot spurn

And so it seems, my dear, I’m caught

In a trap of silk, woven taught

I should leave, we know I ought

Yet time creeps on and still the thought

Of leaving has me overwrought…