Must I Poem by Minerva Agriam

Must I dream of having you when
You're so hard to reach and simply
Drifting by this life like the wimped air?

But why you came like a storm,
Shaking my whole being with fear,
Then showed me the true needs of all men?

Why must I wish of being with you,
When you abhor everything I enjoyed,
Scolding but loving that my silt can't comprehend?

But why must my flesh seem to cling,
Upon your unvalued essence, even when you're
Bitter, strict but sweet when you teach?


(11/20/03. 1: 30 p.m)