So seldom does she think of love <br />and seldom does she want to. <br />It isn't that she's cold or bad, <br />it's that she cannot hold you. <br /> <br />If she were to allow herself <br />to hunger for your kiss, <br />her heart would be like jelly <br />and many beats would miss. <br /> <br />So seldom she allows herself <br />this pleasure and this pain <br />for she would surely die for love <br />and cannot take the strain. <br /> <br />If you would promise faithfully <br />to be her true, true friend. <br />To comfort her and cherish her <br />and be there at her end. <br /> <br />But life is such a fickle beast <br />and even though she cares. <br />She cannot, no she dare not <br />offer love and be ensnared.<br /><br />Ruth Walters<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/afraid-to-love-5/
