Where does this shadow,
Doubt encloaked,
Arise though so unbidden?
A beauty gifted,
Bless-ed so,
But lost and sadly hidden.

What past intrusions
Caused this fear,
A lack of confidence?
With words and deeds
To change a mind,
Is now my future, hence.

Though recent hist’ry
Paints a view,
Of honesty untrusted;
With all my strength
And stupid words,
I’ll make a view adjusted.

For I not care what
May be heard,
From lovers in the past;
I’ll sow the seeds of
Beauty’s truth,
In blossoms made to last.

To me you are the
Of female loving grace,
And I would die a
Happy man,
With the memory of your face.


2 Responses to Doubt

  1. Your way with words stands the test of time although infrequent. Tober that muse into submission. It’s worth it. Fine work.

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