The Poet:Fear

They say once beaten twice shy An intoxication with sweetness that makes high It seem all like smiles Until she let me live on lies I called her my snow Till she gave this heart a hole You left and i prefer never to thine or wine I chose solitary and never to cross my line Now in a dilemma I wonder Am I not but a fool under? This dew wiggles at me And I find myself tempted to surf the sea Memory warns of pain inevitable But heart yearns and says it is possible I hope my decision will be fair? I pray immortality against this FEAR.