Treasure Island

Joy Lovelet Crawford

(December 8th 1963 / Montego Bay, St. James, Jamaica. W.I)

Dare to Love


Is it better to love than not to love at all
Is it better to give your all
While awaiting the fall
Is it better to have conflicting emotions drive you up the wall

When your love abounds and you feel so tall
Yet knowing for sure the day will come and you will feel so small

Like a turtle in its shell
You know all too well
That you’ve exposed yourself, but must retreat to where you dwell
When unfulfilled love …..
Damn this must be hell

Is it better to love than not to love at all
A crazy motion, for which I fall
So many times… I just sit and bawl ….

Submitted: Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Edited: Saturday, April 16, 2011

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