Natural Feelings

The pain arose from deep inside

Burning, searing, too strong to hide

Too much to bear for mortal man

Mystery surrounds where it began

A glance, a touch, a hidden place

Thoughts that lead a heart to race

A shady nook, figures reclined

Nature and people become entwined

Rapture, joy and hope abound

Could perhaps the truth be found

Two souls of common thought

Too much at stake to come to naught

And then an untimely curse

An infiltrator or even worse

Darkness looms in days ahead

Premonition of words not yet said

A soothing balm is all that’s needed

Or, let the feelings go unheeded

Except that as the days go buy

We simply want to cry or die

What curse is this, caused by love?

Or, brought down by the god’s above

So hard to tell apart

Poison Ivy or a broken heart?

©Fred Pentney 1986