I have loved

I have loved little compared to how I
should have loved; unconditionally when
that which is best in me conquered nature
and I thought for less of myself than those
for whom my heart quick-tripped and skipped behind,
finding a peace, a joy, and a purpose
in the weaving of the amomancies
that might win me a look, a kiss, a night
that would inspire the memories that life
demands if we are to believe in love.
And, for all the idols of clay and blooms
that proved naught but mythos and corruption,
I am content that I have loved, as well
and as earnestly as mortals should dare.



William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.