Love's Light

Written for my wife a few years ago. On the occasion of our anniversary.

 

 

 

 

There was a young lass from Sylvania,

Who met a young man in a mania.

They found that they matched,

A thought was soon hatched,

They wed in a day and a night.

 

I took them some years to have family.

They spent time in travel and rambly.

They had their first child,

Both mannered and mild,

That was until he learned to bite.

 

He found out she wasn't all roses.

She got mad and showed him her poses.

He bent down in shame,

As if in a game,

He'd rather she win then be right.

 

She thought him a cad and a monster.

He seldom had time on his roster.

She knew that she'd scold,

He'd sleep in the cold,

She'd see that he suffer, from spite.

 

He felt that she needed a lesson,

In manners, a very long session.

He set out the rules,

His facts and his schools,

He'd make sure she climb to his height.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

She thought him a very rough bully,

She never would give in – not fully.

She kept a part back,

She'd never have lack,

She'd give in, but only by might.

 

It seemed like the years passed in moments.

The ages gone by in a foment.

The points that they'd driven,

The little clues given,

Were lost and now far out of sight.

 

With gray hair and fat in all places,

They now looked in each other's faces.

The beauty was gone,

Old age had now spawn,

They finally were done with their fight.

 

"If only we'd seen the real beauty,

And made it our mission and duty.

To keep joy alive,

And make it to thrive,

By letting our love be our light."

 

 

 

 

 

                                                                L. Sherman 8-28-03

Reviews

[Kathy Van Kurin]

'Love's Light'
LSS,
Opening line gives a feel for the remaining:
"There was a young lass from Sylvania
who met a young man in a mania."
The rest of your poem spins nicely from this
beginnning thread. Life is played our and
the colors and contrasts are seen.
Then: 'It seemed like the years passed in moments...
so true how I feel this way sometimes tool
then the beauty of staying in the battle:
"Old age had now spawn,
They finally were done with their fight"
Well done and encouraging. The beauty
of humanity is our very imperfection.
Blessings,
Kathy

[DRIVEN]

Good write!!! and so true of many couples who stop seeing the beauty in each other...I like your poetry, it is well stated with a sense of humor attached...as if it is you laughing at life...thank you for sharing with us