Because Not Everything Is As It Seems...

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