You say you want to build a wall to keep
yourself intact and all intruders out.
The price you’ll pay for that will not come cheap
(although you’ll give some guys the runabout).
You said you do not have the people skills
to handle your relationships of heart.
But love does not consist of merely thrills;
preserving blossom’s bloom is quite an art.
Your fault was thinking any port would do
when faced with overwhelming storms at sea
then found that you were beaten black and blue.
(I wish those blows instead had rained on me).
You know that wall you’ll build will be a sham:
Your torrent soul would rupture any dam!
© 2012, Alan Morrison