More than Enough to Last

I found a poem the other day By someone I knew well, A lady of grace and beauty beyond Anything my mind could tell. We were all but friends out on the fringe Between true love and something less, She was a princess from another world And I, a pauper in distress. She spoke like an angel from heaven And didn’t seem to care at all, That I was a wayward traveler Hoping to be her bell at the ball. We played tug of war with our feelings Both giving and taking them back, Always leaving my heart a ‘reeling While I wondered how she felt about that. But always did she answer In a circuitous kind of way, While giving a coy and curious look As if wanting to dance and play. Although delighted with our arrangement Obligations spoiled the game, As she was betrothed to another And I a mere flickering flame. As time ran out and she left me A poem of pure beauty and class, Saying “I’m sorry and always will love you” And that’s more than enough to last. © Terrell Martin, 03/09/2025