Death of a Dream

I've always longed, my heart to share
To live our song, her beauty bear
To cherish life and lay it down
To love my wife, my joy, my crown

I always thought I'd marry young
My love could not remain unsung
And so I waited, hoped, and prayed
Bonds created, friendships made

But each, in turn, returned to dust
As seasons fade and friendships passed
My heart would learn, through hope, to trust
And longings stayed despite the past

So through the years, to my surprise
I would soften, not be crushed
Sometimes tears would wet my eyes
But grieving often whispered, hushed

I was ready, I was willing
Truly felt prepared for more
He was steadily instilling
Beauty's fragrance, rare and pure

As I waited, He would offer
Would you care for this my daughter?
I, elated, took the leap
But found that there had been no seed

So every chance that He would give
And every dance I tried to start
Was each, in kind, repetitive
This hope declined within my heart

Will the let-downs not let up?
Even Stephen's plans were thwarted
When his set up was set down
His nephew left to stand un-courted

When best attempts derive no glimpse
It seems the will to live has died
But rest in peace as strivings cease
And may your dreams be filled with life

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[Aneto]

A similar stanza strikes me as I reread this months later...

Each time I thought "This is my chance," unalarmed
Striking out bravely to hit a home run
The first swings were misses, but third time's the charm?
But striking out actually isn't that fun