And What is This?

Right away I saw the power of it,
knowing that the loan I made
would never be repaid;
that made me smile--
that secret, quite delicious irony
was mine  to keep within my heart.

My sacrifice had just become a gift of love
I didn't even understand.

No loving person would return
remembering, or able to requite;
she acted out of need alone,
a pure divestment of her pride,
and out of need I gave"

not from a love inside,
nor from a hope of heaven,
that pain embraced.  It simply
was replaced by mirth.

 

There is a spring
within the desert's bleak array
that flows with power
to beautify that mendicant
from whom I readily recoil,
and how I thirst!

 

Love is a sorcerer,
a charmer quite devoid of intellect.
Emotions may be far away,
the strings within a heart untuned
and every day the wind blows cold
across the stony ground.

Yet  still I smile, a lesser man complete,
beguiled that such a thing as love
has twisted sensibility, and from a tiny throne
far off in space has brought about
a new and wondrous world.
                  ~

 

Reviews

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

You have such an amazing poetic voice. I love the strength with which you write, and the way that you bring together so many ideas into one cohesive thought. The two last stanzas were hard hitting...I truly loved each of the lines, so I won't requote the who thing!

[Dean]

Yours is pretty hamazing, also. Muchas gratious/

[Marie]

A sacrifice is something for which we ask nothing and receive everything.