it comes when it wants to
from who it chooses
If I could convince it
to let me
choose
what a blessing it would be
Why him
I ponder
Who is blind
to my heart
Whose words
can not be trusted
Why him
who knows not
what true love is
Who plays
dress up
like a child
in it’s back yard
If I could choose
it would be
someone like you
Who hears my words
and embraces them
Promising to embrace me
taking my heart
to a place safe and warm
Protected by your maleness
never tiring of my sight
Oh sweet one
that is where I would be
if only I could choose.
By Lynn Hahn
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