RUNNING

A woman's body sheltered
...a child's frightened soul,
Torn between extremeties,
...young heart and yet, so old.

Once touched by love, twice by pain,
...thrice, she would not try
To let herself be touched by love
...when love had made her cry.

She spoke to me of dreams and goals
...to hide a pain within.
She almost opened up the door
...and let my love walk in.

It was pure and it was honest,
...but most of all, 'twas free.
Unbridled, undemanding
...was the love that she could see.

Perhaps that was what had frightened her,
...but I shall never know,
For she ran from all her feelings
...and in running, made me go.

Nice poem .

Great read thank you