Fickle Ideas

Fickle ideas of love and hate
I twist to far extremes

So oft of-times and of-late

I have been living nightmare dreams

Short of breath and tight of throat

Emotion wells within

Crystal dew-drop tears bloat-

My life feels so - - a mere whim

I find myself coarse and cruel

I hurt you more and more

Our lives have become a battle and a dual

I see your heart is sore.

Forgive me my love it cannot be

Our minds are far apart

Our stubborn self reject the plea

For a single loving heart.

But begin again I want, I will

To talk it through, to make a start

To be with you tomorrow still

And hold you in my strength, my heart.