Great Love And Weak Mockery Poem by Rachel Henley

Too many times have lovers,
expressed lack of self belief,
to be of any worth for the other.
Not today and neither will I tomorrow,
tell myself I am too far below to rise for you.
I may not be enough in the eyes of the watchful,
but if I satisfy your soul,
then that is the only opinion, I will ever need to know.

Why should love, the power beyond others,
bend, flee, disengage, shy away or dissolve,
because a nameless figure
decides we cannot do, what our hearts believe is right.
I laugh in the faces that mock me,
for they have not lived as greatly as I have with you.