I received this poem from Dona Lou just this morning. How many of the questions have you ever asked? - poetheart 12/03/01
Predictably
Alone again
I knew it would be thus
The moment that I dared
To hope for us
I was already scared
Of what I knew would be
Inevitably
Did I undermine
With fearful words
Or hateful deeds?
Were my needs
Too much?
Or did my tender touch
Render you numb?
Why does love come
Too easily
And go
So
Predictably?by Dona Lou Pearson