Beware of the siren

One should beware of a woman who writes poems
And silence that speaks louder than her voice
A mind that's prone to change with words of poets
A heart that's pure, but keen for making choice

Beware my friend, but don't mistake her notions
As shifting as she seems, she's loyal in her ways
She's made of care, love, tenderness, devotion
And peace awaits one strong to solve her maze

Affection labors anger when forsaken
And thoughtless words as penalty for tears
The poems that rage with smugness when mistaken
Thy soul may ache, but knowing heart forgives

And she believes that everything's connected
There are no accidents; there is only choice and faith
There is not secret prize at doors of those awakened
There are no ancient scrolls, just wastages of haste

There is only echo of one's covert soul
There is only stillness of one's aching heart
There is nothing less and nothing more
There is only muse from love that fell apart

The intimate embrace can be deceitful
What mind and heart desire body takes
The journey's long and arduous, but equal
From sting and fury stronger will awakes

Don't fear what you don't know
Don't judge the past or present
Thy trust was not misplaced
But wrought with doubt and blame

It's hard to love someone
And be forever pleasant
Her heart lives just for love
Yours lives because of pain

Although you'll never change
From past that had you shaken
You'll find a new beehive
With younger honey bees

You are not the "Outlaw"
Of that I'm not mistaken
But you can make love stay
By setting your doubts free