In Love, ...but Second

 

 

In Love, ...but Second

 Από την ποιητική μου συλλογή «Αγγλιστί»
From my poetry Collection «In English»

 

Her youthful, fragile heart, a great tender thing
that gave its all light on an eager, hopeful wing,
to eyes that held a promise, sweet, soft, and deep,
so many unspoken vows and secrets they would keep. 

He wore a ring, a golden circle but cold although bright,
a silent foreign truth with heavy shadows day and night,
she played the Second in a stolen forgotten role,
a love defined by absence, not made to exist at all. 

Her spirit dimmed, a flickering, faint flame
bound by a choice that whispered his true name,
but never her one in public's judging eye,
a silent, horrible prison beneath a never blue sky. 

Then, slowly, pain became a guiding unfriended star,
a strength ignited, breaking in every corner and bar
to hold the piece, yet never own his awesome heart,
this love, she saw, was slavery's cruel black art. 

She severed ties, while tears might freely fall,'
then rose like a phoenix standing strong and tall,
the past a good lesson etched within her soul,
she sought a future, vibrant, brave, and whole. 

And then he came when healing had begun,
a steady unknown presence like the morning sun,
without hidden past or shadows in his gaze
just only truth through all their coming days. 

A love at last, that truly made her glad and free,
He, the rightful one in her life for all eternity… 

 

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