II Poetry Contest: From you…

by Preston Pittman. “Love’s Snare”

From You, I presumed I could hide,
ignoring years of whispers inside.

Your love for me You could hardly bare,
but Your love for me lay set in the snare.

For a love of my own I did seek,
for love I searched till I was weak.

Desperate I gave up in dispair,
and knelt right into Your snare.

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