Betwixt the troubles
That came in twos
Each desirable in different ways.
One no more desirable than the other.
Each with their own admirable complexities…
Each with their own questionable
perplexities…
One that gnaws and gnaws
Until a soft spot found.
The other nuzzles quickly
Without a sound.
Each perfect to themselves.
But which will my fickle, wounded heart choose?
Which will choose me in return as I am?
May Time gift us its Timelessness in Love
May the ardent awaken and share its want like it has been touched anew
May the wantings and yearnings become every so often rekindled
May the rosy tints adorn you lovingly however many shadows may loom
May you at times replace maturity and its instilled propriety
for that irresistible rakish charm
May romance gather around leisurely
wreathing us once again with
that heady perfume of shared Happiness
May trials and troubles emerge as surmountable
As your hand still holds mine
As my heart still holds yours
to envy the sorrows
that have comforts
*
to question the cares
of those who have
ones to save them
*
to search for a
smaller piece
of a gauzy dream
all glimmering with hope
one where joy
is still buoyant
and ignorant
of the troubles
that follow
***
to deny that a whimper
was heard where a
roar was thoroughly expected
*
to seek the words
that were heard in the heart
but were left unsaid
the air still silent
and stuck within
the breath
wishing to remain
inside
and end what all
it had started
***
and to forget what
hope there ever
was of returning
to that little
sad pit of denial
***
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