Hope is the snare in which all hearts are caught
And never cry for help but only pray:
“Let me not love you if you love me not.”
Two eyes invade your every waking thought;
You come to life each time they glance your way:
Hope is the snare in which all hearts are caught.
That’s why you feel as if you’d just been shot
When eyes that once met yours begin to stray.
(Let me not love you if you love me not.)
Blind Love is like a happy juggernaut:
It crushes doubt and undermines dismay;
Hope is the snare in which all hearts are caught.
Blind Time will give all couples the Black Spot
But only one will open it and say:
“Let me not love you if you love me not.”
And as for us, you see the vacant lot
In which I know a house will grow someday.
That hope’s the snare in which my heart is caught
To always love you though you love me not.
Copyright 2010 Matthew J Wells
1 comment:
and this would be the author's second villanelle . . .
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