Strange; it doesn't matter how life has greatly changed
That you belong to her now yet I am not deranged;
More concerned with my own heart to whom it so belongs
To wit, the lion, for whom I sing poetic songs.
That hurt you saw within my eyes that windy day
Was not for you, nor what you then did say;
Her ring upon your finger means such naught to me.
No -- I was sad and longing, not for you; for he.
This told me more than I could once express
Though I do regret us making such a mess;
Still I see what universe has planned on me to do
Now back with love, my heart can see right through.
Still, I am grateful in this way you got me here
To find his waiting arms, so much is now so clear.
I've grown and come unto my own surrender
To love his mortal mane. My heart now tender.
I never thought I could be tamed at all;
This wild heart has been as you may well recall.
I've given up the fickle nature of the mind;
One love, devotion, to all that he and I may find.
He pulls my strings and quick I do respond,
Sometimes pulling hard and find that I've stretched the bond.
Yet home again I drift -- the wind dies when I've gone,
Nights are cold and days are all too long.
So he calls me back and here I quickly come,
Knowing all the while this is where love comes from.
I'd give my all to heal his hurts and suture
From all those pasts to join him in the future.
Author notes
The ex got married, but I find it means little to me now... My own concerns are with my soulmate, H.
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