No Escape From Hidden Love Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

In darkened corners of the night are hidden many hearts,
forlorn and desolate because of loss in one form or another.

Searching high and low for the precious gems that hold all
aspects of a deepened romance being held within.

Soundlessly living alone, wanting to be held and told how
quietly beautiful you are, even in the morning.

Always going beyond the circumference of interior pleasures,
knowing nothing of individual cases that are constantly
trying to arrive in an oasis of nature.

Now no longer being the solitary love that it has always been,
finding that there is more than one form of love standing out
in the rain.

Drops of it falling down upon love, cooling it and lifting
it into the flames of intense desire.

Knowing nothing beyond what is being expressed in depths of
unknowing thoughts.

Conquering advantages of yesterday, giving them a chance to
perfect their inner intellect through imagination.

Freely giving wisdom taken out, fixed into many varieties
and types of love, keeping sanity in check, wanting to throw
it all away.

Now knowing that there is no escape from a love that sneaks
up behind as you grow older, finding nothing else to hold on
to anymore.