Entwined – Four Years

 
Entwined by Barbara Helvey Hughes, 12-13-2021
 
But, can you blame me?
These games we all played
these well-acted charades
should make it clear,
my dear, how fastly you
are bound around my heart.
But, if I start to
move away, to step this way
or that, do not be afraid
for I have made my choice
with you, I use my voice
with you and I, as well,
I have no fear, my Dear,
for I know how much
you Love me, too.  I do.
 
And if our heartstrings
can strangle us, and if
our Love is not enough, then,
what a tangled web we weave
and, then, we shudder sorrow
beat our breast and grieve.
But every hurt and harm
we’ve done, and please don’t
tell me there were none,
weighs heavy as they slip
into the noose around our
Soul: convincing us we can’t
be whole. And all those words,
and all that pain will block our
essences, the same as if we,
ourselves, had plunged the knife.
 
This life is brief
a murmured prayer
as if Love’s thief
would linger there…
 
The past four years have
gifted me such Love, as I
thought, could never be
but I was wrong and wrongly
believed we have but one chance
for happiness.  The Universe
conspires with us, for all our
good, propelling us to
those who would be with us
and let us Be. Combined.
 
That, my Dear Peter, is my
Love and, yours, entwined.