I Should Have Loved You More

A few nights ago, I posted a poem called "Let the Frog Jump." The poem had a relatively simple point: throughout most of my life, I have tried to use logic rather than feeling. It has always seemed safer. Recently I was put into a situation that gave me the same ago-old choice. And I almost made that same choice again.

When I was younger, much younger actually, I set the pattern for this choice. The following sonnet commemorates that first choice. It was a stupid one. But, on the bright side, I seem to be learning, however slowly.

I usually select a picture to accompany my writings. I have this time, as well. However, on what the connection is, I have no comment. Only the "other" would know.

Sonnet 10
Christopher Bogart

Had I but used my heart, and not my head -
Had I but felt instead of understood -
Had I but led my heart to breathe instead
Of smothering its life because I could.
Had I not hid love’s hand inside the glove
Of insecurity and endless doubt -
Had thinking made less sense to me than love –
I’d not have feared to let each feeling out.
You spoke to me of love, but I ignored
The words and actions that my sense perceived.
I thought that if I thought a little more,
My senses could at last make me believe.
It felt so right to me those years before,
But I was wrong. I should have loved you more.