More than Enough to Last
I found a poem the other day
By someone I knew well,
A lady of grace and beauty beyond
Anything my mind could tell.
We were all but friends out on the fringe
Between true love and something less,
She was a princess from another world
And I, a pauper in distress.
She spoke like an angel from heaven
And didn’t seem to care at all,
That I was a wayward traveler
Hoping to be her bell at the ball.
We played tug of war with our feelings
Both giving and taking them back,
Always leaving my heart a ‘reeling
While I wondered how she felt about that.
But always did she answer
In a circuitous kind of way,
While giving a coy and curious look
As if wanting to dance and play.
Although delighted with our arrangement
Obligations spoiled the game,
As she was betrothed to another
And I a mere flickering flame.
As time ran out and she left me
A poem of pure beauty and class,
Saying “I’m sorry and always will love you”
And that’s more than enough to last.
© Terrell Martin, 03/09/2025
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