If only she might understand
there is a life we lead,
by intrigue
in inspiration,
a sudden desire to please,
for it is we who are receiving pleasure,
the sort that moves beyond
gratification
to the ultimate sacrifice
of another kind of imagined
purpose.
A hillside
I would climb
for the one I love
if it meant her knowing,
counting upon
my resilience
against all odds
of hurting her.
Seems there is that occasion,
when the trepidation
of losing focus
upon what is dear
to our hearts
suddenly
is a bombshell
upon our own security
when comes to
having to fall back upon our reality.
Sometimes, we would
like to forget
what it is we are
asked to live,
over the years,
coming to terms
with just how misguided
was our initial bond,
when given
the beauty of knowing
one that could
easily touch our soul
with the windows into her
sweet passion
for life
for people
for love.
Oh to know
the frail nature of
her own symbolic gesture …
I gave myself to you.
I would, my life, give to you.
© Scott F Savage 2019
