Strange Love

You shy away from me like butter on
A hot day, falling into a puddle.
Am I that intimidating, unsubtle?
Shrink not away from me my sweet, lighten your
Head, your rosy cheek, upon my shoulder.
Open yourself to me, be no boulder
In the dark recesses of a cave! for
Amazed though you are that I forswore den's
Of iniquity fear me not; abhor,
My ill made actions, the prism of men
That shows beauty through prison's of light,
Forget past sins, my actions were a blight!
Forswear your vow to distance self from me,
And wear this ring I do avow to thee.

                                      Strange Love, (c) Luke Bennette, April 2012