December 28th, 2006

I was meant to be a lover,

If only to watch others forge trails through another’s heart.

My own heart leaps at a tale of romance –

One steadily sought by an unabashed suitor –

Denial, realization, and acceptance after humility.

I’ve tried to project myself into these witting trifles

But I feel as though they don’t fit properly;

Like a square peg in a rounded hole.

Perhaps my tale will wax as a trapezoid

With more bends and angles and darts.

I’ve already seen the path grow dusty,

Rained upon and heavily trampled. 

Yet, there still remains a part of the road

Unlaid and untraveled, a solid frontier,

Where one will gently walk with me.

Sarah ><>