The Lover In Me: Simply Poetry

Are you too scared to say you love her?

Are you too scared to say you care?

Is it your heart you're afraid of breaking?

Or do you not wish your love to share?

If you take the time to tell her,

If you show her you'll be there.

Your heart won't have to worry,

'Cos she may have love so spare.

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Love is a form of passion

Passion is a form of strength

Strength is weakness in disguise

So, if love is for the weak

Then the strong aren't so strong at all.

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It took some time to realise

I'd fall in love with you

But now I know that I will be

To you forever true

My love for you keeps growing strong

And somehow I just know

No matter how much time it takes

You too will love me so

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A dark cloud hangs over me

As I look at the roses you once gave me

They, just as our love had done,

Have withered and died

But then you bring me fresh ones

And our love becomes as these roses are,

Fresh and sweet

And that dark cloud drifts away

Never to be seen again.

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© Fran Scholan, 1996