Shouldn't Love Be All Joy And No Sorrow
Poets adorn their verses with romantic words
that humans read them and delude themselves
that passion is a tale invented
by someone whose love was pure
and forgiving when it went wrong;
is that someone still living
and creating an illusion more
alluring to anyone feeling the void?
Shouldn't love be all joy and no sorrow:
soaring skies, and be happier than a sparrow?
Did Dante describe it as such...
if Beatrice hadn't been as distant
as he thought? Wouldn't he be deluded
if he hadn't promised her much?
Their encounters were brief:
glancing and smiling, his hand
never caressed that pretty face;
is it wrong to say he was a petty thief...
stealing her emotions, seducing her with his verse?
Dante and Beatrice would be an object of ridicule
if they lived in these times of greed and lust,
who would defend their romance if not I who feels lost
and longing for the same thing they were after with desire?
Shouldn't love be all joy and no sorrow,
but being afraid of losing it is a terrible mistake in reality;
learn from Dante, he dreamed of Beatrice and didn't allow
her distance to be a barrier between them, but he became sin-sown.
Had he only imagined the possibility against the impossibility,
he would have given up and not altered destiny and begun
wondering if her age was an obstacle or an advantage
for an impatient man seeking a wife and not be accused of sacrilege!
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2021
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