To be loved and yet not known is shallow
To be known and not loved is what we fear
Hanging in balance, we straddle the row
Hoping to be held without holding dear
“Give your heart in pieces,” the prudent say
Like carrots meted out before a mule
If he eats a few, then snubs one- it may
Be easier for the heart to o’errule
Some truth is there spoken, but more suppressed
If love’s without fear, then fearless is best
A life with hands open is ever blest
How much more to live with an open chest!
I am known by God, and loved- let it be
If another loves me, felicity.