MORE ORIGINAL POETRY FROM SCARRIET

 

 

I found out the uses of love
But they helped me to find
Only a buried hope in a buried mind.
Love reveals, thus it will not protect,
Love reveals, thus it wins no respect,
Love reveals, reveals, reveals,
And feels nothing after it feels.
Every arrow we send in the air
Hits hope, if hope is still there.
Love gives us the world, but when?
Given, it must be given, again.
Hurry, oh hurry!  But be slow!
Stay! Stay!  But then, will you go?
Love, what are you?  If not trust?
We do not choose to love. We must.