This one is sentimental.
It was written just before I started university at a time when I was afraid to love, and never was shared until now.
– a poem for Blake by Nancy Fijan
Why was the yearning lust driven through our souls so suddenly?
Where did this prolonged desire once exist?
Were our hearts ignited through some mystical force?
Did this eruption of passion take place through fate?
There must be a blind understanding within our minds,
To show that the on rush of feelings was true love.
If we both devote ourselves to unravel this mystery,
We shall achieve something far greater than lust –