Sappy

Love is a poison,
It lynches every reason,
Betrays friendship in treason,
Casts a smitten heart to prison.

Love is not an obsession,
Nor it’s made for a season,
Love craves affection,
It requires salvation.

Much still remains unspoken,
And effort yearns attention,
But a heart is easily broken,
The soul fears imperfection.

Seasons are changing,
And the years are showing,
At your gates I am waiting,
At your doorsteps I am knocking.

The early days I ponder,
Suggestive gestures I sought,
More than friends maybe I wonder,
These feelings I have fought.

Expectations you fear,
Hope is so dear,
Wish things were clear,
Then we’d be so near.

These dreams I have at night,
And visions I saw by day,
Wish I can make this right,
Only you can certain say.

You said you do not have the answer,
Yet you seek another,
These days I wonder,
While my hopes melt in sunder.

When my spirit has run dry,
And your cup had its fill,
Though my soul may cry,
I will be steady and still.

Unconditional love on offer,
Not expecting return whatsoever,
Can’t store this in a coffer,
Don’t keep me on hold forever.

Time can break and time can heal,
Who are we to reduce entropy?
“Yay” or “Nay” you can deal,
Never before wrote a piece so sappy.

Why must there be sorrow,
When there’s hope for tomorrow?
I shall go down the path that’s narrow,
Surely my faith will grow.

Salvation I pray,
Redemption I seek,
Hope does not go astray,
For Christ helps the meek.

As the sun rises in the morning,
May you be restored glowing,
Though many things you pondered,
I’ll not let you down sundered.