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Loss of the Golden Flower

It was now several years ago,
my chivalry yet half-formed, ablaze,
and wishing to melt all reason down,
for the mind shall bar the heart's fool ways.

I gazed upon the blossom fair, 
and at long last there grew a need,
to protect, preserve, and fawn upon,
though the wildflower did not take heed.

So strong she was, and I so blind,
to think that I could help her grow.
And pain it was - for I knew it!
But I never wished it to be so.

Spurned, a man is better, 
to ride far and to ride free. 
Please forgive me, golden flower,
for wishing to tend to thee.

Written 12 October 2018

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Date: 10/12/2018 6:52:00 PM
I love this! So lovely about our need to change someone. A fav.
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J. I. Thomas F.
Date: 10/13/2018 11:24:00 AM
Many thanks!