Bought, Borrowed, Befriended and Blessed
I guess you’d say, he loved her such
that he could feel her pain
and though he didn’t see her much
he always knew when rain
was pouring on her life;
covering her like a glove;
and yet she never wavered with her love.
They met just once when she was young
and studying hard at school
out east where, then, she lived among
staunch groups with hardened rule.
And when it came, he grazed her path
from then she always knew
that she would wait and know his love, anew.
So, when in years it came to be
the paths they took, entwined
she knew just why, as did he,
though the years had been unkind.
But it didn’t matter anymore;
the past took away the ‘blue’
their love’s piercing color….now the brightest hue.
There’s not a moral to grasp upon
to harness the whims of love
to give one insight to bear down on
in search we’re impatient of
Love’s hardened rule is to survive
and it hides in disguises you can hold, at best;
bought, borrowed, befriended and blessed.
© copyright 2013 t. j. gargano