Passion is fickle 

it comes when it wants to

from who it it chooses

If I could convince it

to let me choose

what a blessing that would be

 

Why him

I ponder

Who is blind

to my heart

Whose words

can not be trusted

 

Why him

who knows not

what true love is

Who plays

dress up

like a child

in it's back yard

 

If I could choose 

it would be

someone like you

Who hears my words

and embraces them

Promising to embrace me

taking my heart

to a place safe and warm

Protected by your maleness

never tiring of my sight

 

Oh sweet one

that is where I would be

If only I could choose. 

 

By Lynn Hahn