Fear of the Lonely

There is a fear I see, a fear I know

it marks thy heart as blood in snow

In that moment, yea, ye tarried too long

an' now realize too late what you had wrong

What is this fear of loneliness you bear?

I recognize the self-same fear for it is...

all too irrational, not uncommon...

Yea, it is innately, irrevocably human.

A fear that threatens alone, to grow old

and with time, thy heart'll grow cold

It seems once two hearts together fail

all hearts become farther from ones own

Only the souls not fully severed seem alive

thy heart reverts -nay, resorts! - to faded love

Loves not well-suited to ones wounded heart

to the touch that would never, in truth, satisfy

In fear, all hope of true unrelenting love is distant

Marry, at times one deems such love as nonexistent!

Nay, destiny'd not be fraught with such loveless fate

Let thy heart quiver for a time, teach it to beat

For it be in those times of supposed loneliness

that the heart learns to beat strong, and love greatly

Tis in those times thou'lt realize tis not desolation

but an etude for thy heart for the love to come thy way

© copyright by Michèle Aimée Lahaie, 2010