Uncertainty of Heart
Amid most fond expressions of affection, endless love,
Devotion and determination to be stewards of
These sentiments and feelings, is that little nagging voice
That tells us it would not be so if we had any choice,
Because we are perfidious by nature, roaming, weak,
And fearful of commitment to degrees we cannot speak,
And paranoid, on top of it, that others are the same,
And so we speak our pretty vows and play our little game,
Attempting to convince ourselves as much as other folk
That our desires and adoration aren’t some flimsy joke—
The shocking Surprise Ending to this tale is that at death,
Some of us finally realize upon our final breath
That all of it was true, and that our hearts were so inclined;
Too bad we take so long, we fools, to see that we have lived as blind.
Art-Colored Glasses 
Love the poem but those photos are absolutely STUNNING. I adore old buildings.
Thank you, my dear–I guess you can see how much I love them too! 😀
There was so much truth in that verse…and so much more in combination with your photography. Always a pleasure to visit your blog, Kathryn.
Hey, sweetheart, so good to hear from you. I’ve been meaning to stop by ‘your place’ and hope to soon. I’m glad you enjoyed this one. 😀 xo!
What profound words today, Kathryn! And so very true.
I hope I manage to learn from myself, too. 😉
xoxoxo
Very true words and we are fools, at times, thanks for the wake up call, Kathryn! 🙂 Love your photography, too, as I always do! Many hugs!
Great photos and verse.
Fools, indeed. A wonderful verse, Kathryn, with 2 beautiful images.
In re: “Timid Creatures that We are”:
Oh!, alas, perfidious fools are we? Not me, for here rests perfection ’tis be, Tee! Hee!
Ay, me! How can I be
As witty and as wise as thee?
If one should fail at Old English speak, forgive for failure correctly speak, for joy it is to pretend to be from that time in eternity…
Ah, thou that mak’st me giggle so!
Reflections in worn windows & old doors; dear Kathryn, my Kathryn, please give us more…
It’s just possible that what someone accused me of doing long ago in making all of my portraits and faces in art look like self-portraits can be extrapolated further to include my obsession with shiny things being a constant search for reflections of myself!!! 😉