If you find...

I've been told
Ignorance is bliss
And I'd much rather know
And feel pain
Where the unknown's a calming abyss
Besides calm, there is nothing to gain

And as gain is the progress of life
Such as first love progress from a kiss
To avoid my unnecessary strife
I would ask you to promise me this

If you find you don't love me
Don't tell me
For I promise, I don't need to know
Just keep on pretending
Affections unending
Never let your misgivings show

If you find you don't love me
Don't tell me
That's a heartbreak you don't need to see
Wrap me up in your arms
Lead me on with your charms
And leave me, in my ignorance, be

If you find you don't love me
Don't tell me
That's an agony I couldn't stand
Like breathing without air
It's just too much to bare
So supply me my only demand

If you find you don't love me
Don't tell me
It is all I will ask of you, this
If you find you must go
Let me be last to know
And leave me then, at least
With a kiss

Partial Pieces of Poetry

Partial pieces of poetry
Flow through me
Unfinished and beautiful
Half truths indisputable
Diminished by nothing
Short snippets of life
That aren't made less touching
By their lack of length

They exude a strength
That I cling to
And sometimes I wish I could bring you
Paragraphs and pages
of words so sweet it changes your life
And erases, or slows down the fast paces
Of your never ending strife

But I can't
So I give you
Partial pieces of poetry
That flow through me
And hope its enough
Sincerely