Expressed Thoughts in Poetry

Sometimes I wish I was a Poet
To express the words I feel,
To say the things that are deep within me,
Touching with words that heal;
But selfish things arise before me
And I find myself withholding,
The very love I so desire to share with one foreboding.

The desire to taste and touch anew,
Brings a weakness deep within me,
Knowing these things could not only hinder
But cause a hurt so deep,
Only makes it much more intriguing
For the expression of the things I do.

Time has come and time has gone,
Words not spoken has long since past,
The courage and the faithfulness,
Of kindness and of mercy,
And thought of continuing love.

For how to draw you near,
To try for understanding continues to plague
and the hopes of closeness clings.
It's what all I would do to keep this kindred spirit
That I have held so dear.

The desire to protect that with strength and joy,
The remembrance of shared feelings,
Will always bring warmth within my soul.

This is a poem that I wrote several years ago. I titled it Feelings at the time and the date was February 13, 1998