Loved and lost

They say tis better

to have loved 

and to have lost

than never to have loved at all

Yet here am I

To my depths, weary

My face long not dry

My mind tossed by storms

Paint covers me

salty tears

and acrylic paints

blend on canvas

My hands blur

through colors

My face color-smeared

My canvas, painted with tears

How could I agree?

How can I say

Indeed, I am better since I have loved

When my heart cries otherwise?

My heart almost wishes

not to have known 

such a man as he

and knowing I have him not

My mind wishes

I had only dreamed of he

and waited for perfect entrance

rather than to have lost him

He is not an ideal

Never was he perfect

But he fit my spirit

and longed to know my heart

Not romanticized

not without fault

but he loved my all

His heart, a prince's after a princess

He endured storms

He weathered trials

and fought for me

rescued me from the dragons

No, not romanticized in my mind,

I tell you! But a valiant heart

and a noble spirit

My handsome prince

Yea, I am glad he rescued me

that he was there

that he loved me all

and he kept me safe

But alas, to have loved

and to have lost such a one

I am fraught with lamentation

I am weighed with an ocean of tears...

© copyright by Michèle Aimée Lahaie, 2009