Your time has come - a poem
Woman awake, love is over
The lure of love is something almost all humans know. The simple hearted and the impressionable are quick to fall in love. Love in itself is the most beautiful and the most important ingredient of life. But to be ensnared in what is not love, but a sham is to be caught in a web of destruction. As a therapist I meet so many young women, who repeat this story over and over again. I believe love calls for judgment, love calls for maturity, love is not for the unseasoned or the defenseless one may think. Love is awesome, powerful and almost magical, but lust isn’t. Once lust is fulfilled it leaves a trail of destruction behind, broken hearts, wounded lives, mangled bodies and lifeless corpses.
Woman you time has come to reason, to defend yourself in love and rise up to rule and reign!!
Love beckons you with his magnetic pull,
And before long you fall,
Drags you around and keeps you in tow,
A spell on you he has cast,
He woos you with his charming smile,
His rapt attention, hides his guile,
While he employs his every wile !
Beware that devastatingly, loving speech,
Flowing honey, aimed to reach,
Every recess of the soul,
Willing only, complete control,
To twirl you around until your head spins,
Dizzy designs in you begins,
A trophy for his games, he wins!!
Pulverizing your every dream,
Reducing you to putty, it would seem,
Prepares you for the test of fire,
On the altar, of his desire,
You are his prey so skillfully ensnared,
Without a will or power to dare,
His decoration for mastery and skill!
A delicate spread, a willing feast
Not a word of dissent,
Coldly beat and crudely sliced,
Cruelly seared in the heat,
Yet, you walk along in ignorance,
Like a decoration on his breast ,
Until your very core he divests!!
Wake up, from your slumber woman,
Wake up, it is morn,
Wake up, for it is now time,
To weep and be forlorn,
Wake up, reckless submission,
Wake up dulled wisdom,
Wake up, your time has come to rule and reign!!
- The tears fall - a poem
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