Love's Isolation Poem by Stan Petrovich

In the sorrowful past,
When Love theoretically conquered all,
I found myself wandering in a forest
Of reeds, lost & unloved.

Finally she & she came along,
Marriage was in the works
But it failed miserably,
Childlessly.

I entered the stage of rebellion
(cf Camus' insightful The Rebel):
Drinking and drugging were all
I had on my hands.

Then along came my current wife
Of thirty years
And we flourished in money & timeless love.
I can watch her now, burrowed in bed.

Think of how many divorces Italian-style
Have come & gone during our time;
It is a miracle we remain together
Chained in the domain of love.

Thinking about what constitutes it
I am wont to say patience, above all patience;
And more importantly for self-preservation,
Remaining a gentleman and putting up with the flares of madness

That surely will raise its broken brain some rainy day.