A fear of love

There was a time I feared to love,

Yet to hatred I did not respond,

My happiness was restored.

It is not my believe that discriminates,

But my heart that choose who to love,

And my eyes that agree with my choice.

My trust bewilders my heart;

My sense senses no honesty,

If I will love again I doubt not.

It is not love that I fear but who to love,

Once I was burnt in the flames of love

Twice I am shy to go that path again.

After I lost my hooks in love;

I learned to love those who love me

And cherish those who appreciate me.

I hate to lose happiness in the game of love,

 After the bonds of love has been weakened,

And the pose of hatred emerges from the hall.