Divine Love: Poem 10

It is the will of my heart, and logic, 

I tell you why I still love, yet I hurt 

From the very first moment I knew.

Among the immix of emotions was hate, 

And a friend, lovely Mira consoled me

In such wisdom not for her age.

Her eyes silvered with mine;

And she told me I will be fine, 

With voice angelical, in her own tenderness:

“O frien’ dejected by love, 

Of whom pain batters to maim, 

And shall endure long, cold nights;

Forgive, don’t forget, set your sights

Upon healing the grieving heart 

That is reeling with ire.”

My heart pulsates and flutters, 

With courage after that needful release, 

And I have such peace.

Dejected I am; love, who bid thee go;

I am in sorrow, where I would fo’ever mourn; 

Love left me, which compelleth me to speak.

Then I am older, and wiser, 

Memories shall I have 

Of a life I wanted, and love denied me

When he left me in the cold.