An Old Poets Love... Poem by Rey Sanidad

There was a damned near successful Poet;
There was a Woman like the Sun.
And they are apart. They know why...
They did know it has to be like this.


And so one day, as ever of old,
Love leaps out to dreams like these,
A love so true that's wakened so
Takes all too long to lay asleep again.


But youth goes over, the joys that fly,
The tears that follow fast
The splendour and the pain
The splash of sun, the shouting wind,
And the brave sting of rain,
They may not see nor meet in their lifetime.


But the years, that take the best away,
Give something in the end;
And a better friend than love have they,
For none to mar or mend,
That have themselves as friends than lovers.