Release

My fiance left me for someone else. This is my response.

One day in my garden

   while walking along the pond

       I spied a little frog, croaking sadly amongst the rocks

"What fate has befallen me!" It bemoaned, tears fell big and bright

  "I have but love to give, were not I always tread upon

       To suffer endless boot treads and steel toes upon my fragile frame

if but for a lifetime I could swing from tree and limb

     atop away from the beasts below who set upon me devour

           I would pledge my soul my life my being

to one with so much power"

    Touched was I with its pleas, this gentle, gorgeous creature

I braved the dangers of each night, of deep and shallow and large

       To rescue one so fair and oppressed. A goal of which was mine

we spent our days amidst the reeds and rocks and rippled waters

    We laughed, we sang, It clung to me, and all of Earth's divines

ours.

 

   But was it is with inevitabiliy, those days and nights did wane

       and one little frog so grand was wont to explain

how magic can affect the eyes; turn frog into a snake

 

     I still see young garden snake, slither and wriggle and crawl

It's eyes and mine lock gaze but brief and grief to us and all

         "Your bite," I wept "did sting and burn and scar,

but my altruistic manner cannot be deterred

       I remain steadfast and strong, all others deny me not

                And I release thee now, young garden snake 

to farther lands to trot. Bless be upon you

      And your journey now longer and hard, for maybe one day will we

 

          Be frog and log. Or not. Who knows? You cannot kill

my soul my fire with so weak a fang or glare

               And amidst your protests and chest puffs

 I know you will always be there."