Longing that seems to amplify love’s happiness we lack
May shape the very things we miss some day when looking
back
For then, when the big picture has filled in what seems
amiss
We won’t remember what it was because of what then is
And all the tender pieces that seem marred at present,
then
Might be the very days and years that we would live again
So it behooves us not to look too long behind or hence
But cherish what we hold before it turns to recompense
Darling, love’s pangs that vex woman and man I think must
be
A bit of star-dust lodged betwixt hope and reality
© Janet Martin
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