Even though we fight a lot, I love you; We fight, I think, because the stakes are high.

I sometimes get so mad I cannot stand you; But underneath my anger i could cry; I have an  uncontrolled need to control you.

To be your only destiny and guide; I know it isn't fair to try to mold you, but my poor love's entangled in my pride.

Ah, love! Please love me even in my fury; Which rises like a tide beneath the moon.

I plead before my only judge and jury; I want to change, but know change wont come soon.

Love finds it hard to let the loved one be; The person who is loved so passionately....

MEMBERS COMMENTS VIEWING 1 - 2 OUT OF 2 COMMENTS From: thickmadam 11/29/2007 09:08:07 as always girl..love your poems..bless From: JahWarrior 11/27/2007 12:13:00 Its Worth It.....