I think this is a love poem. Maybe it's an ode to the magical power so many women have. Although this is only 9 months old, it feels older than that. The keepers of love hold the world together.
That was beautiful Weston. I love this:
When fate finally ushers
him into her presence,
even the man
with a bankrupt heart
knows his luck has turned at last
and will kindle forever
the fires of fidelity.
Believe it or not, that was the bit that made me cry when I wrote the goddamned thing. I was that man. sniff.
Poetry from the heart Weston. That's poetry.
Your archetypes are classical and generous, Weston.
and there’s smooching in the end…
Nice! And did I spot a rhyme within?
It happens but I try not to brag.
That was beautiful Weston. I love this:
When fate finally ushers
him into her presence,
even the man
with a bankrupt heart
knows his luck has turned at last
and will kindle forever
the fires of fidelity.
Believe it or not, that was the bit that made me cry when I wrote the goddamned thing. I was that man. sniff.
Poetry from the heart Weston. That's poetry.
Your archetypes are classical and generous, Weston.
and there’s smooching in the end…
Nice! And did I spot a rhyme within?
It happens but I try not to brag.