In spring of youth, I met a girl
With chestnut hair, and flowing curls.
She filled my world with butterflies,
I shivered when I chanced her eyes;
And never did my lips once part
To tell her what was in my heart.
I took instead my words within,
And shared them with a passing wind.
It whispered in a soft reply
The answer that it gave:
Love rewards the brave, my child,
Love rewards the brave.
Rivers later, oceans crossed,
I sat and cried, completely lost
Between the bedding and the door,
Half-naked on a wooden floor.
With smells of soy and frankincense,
I contemplated my defense;
While asking in my heart, now scarred:
“Why does it have to be so hard?”
It whispered in a soft reply
The answer that it gave:
Love rewards the brave, my child,
Love rewards the brave.
The traffic home, the evening news,
Two flights of stairs, the summer blues;
It’s hard to fight against the groove -
That endless rote of how we move.
How much I would have loved to find
My soulmate without even trying,
Or how delightful it would be
To live inside a fantasy…
A wind goes by in soft reply;
The answer that it gave:
Love rewards the brave, my child,
Love rewards the brave.
Where credit is due:
I used a couple of quotes in this poem. The first four words are from Edgar Allan Poe, and the end of the fifth stanza is by Thomas Browne. It fit in there so nicely, I couldn't resist :)
The photo is by Adam Kontor, pexels.com
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