(This is an`older to a younger` poem for Susan
who falls in-and out-of love very, very often.)

 

 

Susan…in love again?
Headlong,
Faith strong,
Soul soaring above again?

Susan…for keeps again?
Swift lunge,
Far plunge,
Into emotional deeps again?

Susan…complete again?
Eyes bright
With content-light,
Swept off your feet again?

Ah!… but then?

Susan…distraught again?
How can you end it,
Don`t want to mend it,
He`s not what you thought…again?

Susan…full of sighs again?
Fly away, and then
Draw back again,
Pity-light softening your eyes again.

Susan…didn`t want to hurt again?
But it had to be,
Reluctantly,
Tears a torrent-spurt again.

Ah! What`s to become of you girl
When the whirl
And whiz of it all wanes
With the wending of the years?

Tears?

Oh, no. Heaven would be ashamed
To let much sadness settle around your years.
Who`s sins (if sins they prove?)
Were ever on the tender side of love.

So, girl, follow your bent.
Be with bliss blent.
Never be smart,
Or be discrete.
Go! With your heart.
You`ll fall on your feet,
Sweet,
Sweet,
Sweet
Susan.