About the Poem
This poem is written for all who have loved and lost. Love sometimes blinds our heart as well as our minds. Sometimes the cost of passion is death. As a nurse, the victims of AIDS confide to me that they were so much in love they didn't think about precautions. This poem hopes to prevent harsh judgements against those poor souls.
To the patients I have lost and to my friend - I will always be there for you.
|by Pauline Hamblin|
|You gave to me deep satisfaction,
As you held me in your arms.
I felt warm, safe and secure
From all life's deadly harms.
Past warnings vaguely enter my mind -
I thought he loves me, he's not that kind.
Quickly we were swept away In mind boggling rapture
Never thinking that AIDS I might capture.
Now as I face life's lonely dread,
Visions of our love dance through my head.
For you are gone now and soon I'll follow -
Death for passion is the cost I swallow.