On Learning to Love

We cover love’s aches with soft smiles

And its mistakes with tears

We clad love-hopes with ‘maybe-when’

And thus we cope with…years

We forgive faults with memory-loss

Love keeps no scrolls of wrong

But looks beyond its grief because

In this we can move on

The fantasy of what might be

Trumps all the what-have-beens

Past’s immobile finality

Cannot out-weigh love’s dreams

We cannot exchange Here with There

Nor wish away our lot

All we can do is breathe a prayer

And love with what we’ve got

 

© Janet Martin

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