Love
Is the stuff of fairytales.
A folktale beginning, ending
With a bittersweet twist.
A word without meaning
Until it is given:
Through clenched teeth
Among sweaty sheets in the darkness of a
Nightmare.
In the ear of a young girl by a prince with a tender promise
and a time restriction -- nine months and it’s back
to scrubbing the floor in rags.
And yet, and yet!
Love
Is the stuff of fairytales.
A folktale beginning, ending
With a bittersweet twist.
A word without meaning
Until it is given:
Through tender lips
Among sweaty sheets in the darkness of a
Dream.
In the ear of a young girl by a prince with a solemn promise
And a way to prove it -- nine months and it’s held
gentle by eager hands.
And yet, and yet!
Love is the stuff of fairytales.