you called me
You called to me
We played, just for a while
When blackthorn blossomed and the sea was soft.
The to and fro of tides can catch you out!
A high tide, dangerous as the fullest heart.
And blackthorn branches bear the sharpest thorns.
But gentleness beats passion at the end
And true love, sweet as friendship
Says - all mend!
<Deleted User> (8943)
Thu 6th Jan 2011 13:05
Thanks for your comment on "Regret"
Your poem here is almost the opposite of mine in sentiment.
Love "dangerous as the fullest heart" - I know the feeling...