I remember that overwhelming rush,
when love first touched this heart,
and the world just faded from sight,
as loves passion soared into eternity
and the heart never so strong
attested life in every way,
the day love introduced itself.
I recall the depth of sorrow
when that love changed,
and how my heart broke in two,
lost to the world in a deep abiding malaise,
that lingered so, until time did heal
my gaping wound and slowly
I resumed my life, if not with caution.
The echoes of my failed loves
weigh heavily upon my soul,
each one unique but ending in despair,
and I cared for each but that was not enough,
for love demands of us our whole,
and one slip the leeward side of told,
when love closes that door.
I remember how I blamed myself,
and in rage my loves, for that end,
and I know how pointless that is,
as love cannot remain if not sustained by both,
in selfless giving, in shared growth,
and I regret all that occurred,
my blunt non-acceptance and their curses.
Time wields its numbing tenure,
and in time change wipes dry those tears,
but I always think how wasted was the love I gave,
how hurt and hurting caused such grave affronts,
when love faded and change demanded learning,
that at the time I refused to accept,
when love walked out the door.
Now I am old, the waters flow
so long past beneath my rickety bridge,
and I now see all the love I’ve shared,
and no regrets remain,
for love is its own reward, the giving our grace,
and those moments sublime,
shall never be lost in time, so chaste.
Tony DeLorger © 2018