Lead Me Not

I had though myself once, a great lover,
With passion and angst to spare,
But it seems to me that now I want nothing,
More than loving arms to be there.

For passion is less than a lifetime,
And lifetimes are lost without love.
It seems easy to forget, until you've forgot,
What it is your heart really dreams of.

Given not to walking down paths of intrigue,
But rather a path of warmth and light.
To hold in one's heart the forever-truth,
To never give up without a fight.
© Clair Smith