Before me stands I see, <br />a faceless form of the future. <br />I see an engraved darkness of her face, <br />so that I shall not know, <br />who this faceless person will be, <br />or our meeting how. <br />An before me I see the beauty of all creation, <br />so that I shall know not to yield to temptation. <br /> <br />For every mortal there is a weakness, <br />and within this weakness, temptation has its strength. <br />For me after my future love I’ve seen, <br />temptation seems heartless and mean. <br />Even though I guard against, <br />I am helpless in a sense. <br />For like a flower straight and tall, <br />must bend with the wind. <br />Therefore, I must lean a little when temptation calls. <br /> <br /> <br />(Date unknown, early 1970’s I think)<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-future-love/
