The Shock Of Your Joy. Poem by Kevin Hulme

Does he treat you kindly, All words as soft as down. Have you live in the purest light, No shade or tempest found. Are you placed upon an Alter, Where Juno once did reign. And showered stones of infinite hue all tributes to your name. And do you both walk on Sundays, Through fields of Honey'ed air. And watch the Western Eve burn bright, By old havens we did share. For the Heart lays weak, And to the first love must sway. Such passions carve deep, So by their emotions give way. But oh; I stole in and watched you when soon The Banns were passed, Your face told tales of upmost joy, Unmindful of the past. If only, if only, if only. The age old chant does ring, for i'm Passed " One and Twenty, " And Old Housman's tale does sting.