I’ve glimpsed the soul of ‘Life Spring’ as it huddled
Doubt filled, hurting, twisting in the dark
She ponders my intentions and befuddled
Imagines that I won’t maintain the spark
Exquisite she, though flawed and prone to finding –
Reasons to distrust the love in me
Trying to surpass the past’s un-windings
Disavowing dreams of what can be
Partnering with solitude’s confinement
Hand in hand she stands all on her own
Ill-equipped to deal with hopes refinement
The past is cast and firmly Set in Stone
Alibis and lies define a gender
With promises unkept and wistful ways
Content and bent on havocs it will render
Oblivious to hearts it glibly flays
Can I subtract the acts of fear’s momentum?
Whittle down the burl and knot of doubt?
Hold hope that she will, in time, forget them?
Surpass the past with love profound devout ?