True Love Waits
A hope we harbored, coveted in youth
Aided then by an awkward innocence,
Or unacknowledged preference for truth
Though honesty was not our competence.
How small and incomplete the world was then?
What little Father taught to us of love,
And what longings remained unfulfilled when;
Withdrawn from matters of the heart, above
An azure sky marked that complacent death.
As all young boys must one day become grown,
To empty out the hopes of love’s sweet breath,
or hollow out one’s life to live alone.
Accept a bitter mist into your lung -
The fairy tales of love have come undone.
The mind grows weary quickly on its own,
Oxygen tastes better shared by two,
And even imperfection finds a home
Wherever imperfections will accrue.
Perspective dawns upon us over time
And beauty blooms in corners we forget
To nurture lest we settle in our prime;
We sought out fairy tales in all we met.
Then at last we have grown enough; touch it
Cloaked in all that dawdy ambivalence –
Love is incomplete! Love is that regret!
Time alone provides this equivalence.
Decide with haste to tear our souls apart
And stitch together this imperfect heart.
Copyright © Earl Mitchell | Year Posted 2016
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