For those who are not lucky in love -

with a 'nod' to W B Yates.

 

Hold Back On Love

 

Hold back on love, and never fear,

but have a fear if love is blind.

Give all the whispers in her ear,

save one, and that to leave behind.

 

For love is now and may not last,

may not survive till morning’s light.

For if like me and lovers past,

the trill of love is but a blight.

 

But the thrill of love it makes you fly,

you give your heart and life's complete.

But when she's gone, you're left to die,

a heart now broken, obsolete.

 

 

'her' and 'she's' and 'his' & 'he's',

are interchangeable where appropriate