Your renitence, a blessing in disguise,
Has kept me from some hideous mistakes,
And though in silence still my spirit aches,
Your firm renunciation wisdom makes.
All comers to you likened in my eyes,
Their failings obvious to recognize.
No doubt one day a champion shall rise,
Who in his glory your enchantment breaks,
All thirst for passion’s succulence he slakes,
My heart, so ripe for ownership, he takes.
His words ring true, no phantom pack of lies,
A gift free-given, his love be the prize.
© 2011 Regina Coeli deWinter
Unrequited love and the hope for one that is.