The years have passed by slowly but time has done little
to diminish the love she feels for him, undeserving though he is.
Unattended, gasping for water like a runner on a hot summer’s day,
So is her love, desperate for some attention from him.
Like a plant in the desert doing what it will to survive,
So is her love, weathering the storms, refusing to die.
Her heart had spoken, it said he was the one,
So she holds on to this dream refusing to believe,
that maybe her heart was wrong.
Her head tells her to give up and she is torn between the two,
Should she listen to what her heart is saying?
Or should her listen to her head?
Some higher force that she does not understand tells her,
that her heart is right.
Yet a little doubt persists and a small voice that she
cannot ignore whispers “What if your heart is wrong?”
She is left in a state of indecision, She has to choose
between the two.
Should she take the chance, go with her heart and pray her
head was wrong?
But what if she chooses and then finds out her head
was right all along?
The currents of love has caught her and left her stuck
on the boulder of indecision.
( C ) 2013 Marva Seaton