Fear

Fear, the last of all disasters!
You strike innocents with terror!
My heart's woman is crushed,
By your claws of moral absolutes!
You rule ruthlessly with guilt, like-
A trap to noose the last of any love birds!

When the rain came,
Her naive needs dressed it wet!
When it turned a day to flood-
Her little hut, had no boat but despair!
And when a flood has left her,
She had her roof built!
But she lost her sleep,
To every flood, she ever thought!

Beloved, can you speak to your fear,
Of the freedom you earned?
When fear loses it's fetters,
To fester your veins with blemishes,
May our love last your breath,
To fight every fight that fear has left!