Poems

Carry Me Home

Strong I am. Spirit like fire.

Walk proud and firm on delicate wire.

But my pace breaks.

I can admit still with pride.

At times all I want is in comfort to hide.

So tired of the load.

Too tired of alone.

Please take my weight now

And carry me home.

Love Me Not

Have my love to keep,

or cast off and be forgot,

Have my heart to love thee.

It's yours, capture and caught.

Have joy in that I am yours,

In romance, ruin or rot.

Have freedom in my love for thee,

to love or love me not.

by

Selina Fenech