She Told Me Poem by Danny Ballan

She told me once that she would stay.
She told me the tides were low,
And the waves had slept away.
She told me our life would be slow;
Moment by moment would be our way.

She told me … she really did:
That one day she would make a place;
She told me in her arms I would turn a kid.
She promised me an eternal dwelling in her grace;
She promised she would keep what she never did.

She told me a life she'd prefer to lead
In my arms, a sad one was way better
Than all the joys with a knight on a steed.
She told me she would prefer a whisper to utter
In my ears to all the poems anyone could ever read.

She told me once she was willing to live
And work hard like a mountain delver
To help me write and a new birth to a poem give,
And arm the knightly sheet with an ink revolver.
She told me just like that till the end I could live.

She told me once all the things in the world.
She told me things no more than what she was told.
She said she loved me and then she left,
And here I am writing this and growing old.