Touch me not though my heart be inflamed-
I want you close yet ask you stay afar
For now I know our love you have defamed,
Rank foul fog now veils guiding star;
Where do I go, where do I go from here?
A course once clear now hid in darkest night,
For of a love which I once held so dear
Now stands corrupted by a loathsome blight.
How to forgive what cannot be forgot?
How might I pull this arrow from my heart
And not bleed dry in fountain of pure blood
There fading so to black as soul departs?
So quickly has this bolt turned love to hate
That I would now choose hell o’er heaven’s gate.
© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.
