Before we can truly love ourselves, must we hold off on loving the one we want the most?
Lost Searching Captain
Land-ho beckons, A new home.
Rich, plentiful and tempting
But your ship, carries disease
When each time I see you feels like a dream
And your slightest smile preludes our future
When each kindness builds love ahead of steam
Butterfly blushes your gestures nurture
I cannot tell you that you feel like home
That my clumsy courtship won’t lead us there
I cannot risk those paths most lovers roam
Games of jealousy, aloof without a care
For a love that burns this deep is daunting
Too fragile to test, too precious to spoil
Emotions held at bay by caution’s string
Desire’s armada, never touching soil
Must I know this way that my love is true
When I’m sure it’s not good enough for you
Does not wait
I’ve been wanting to pose some deep love questions for your thoughts.
Been a while since I wrote a sonnet. I hope you enjoy it, along with the tanka and haiku too.
Stay safe everyone, and stay loving.