Anybody who reads Lesbia and continues down into the comments will be familiar with Sparrow’s poetic talents. For most every post I make, she creates a unique poem – rather like a poetic Cliffs Notes This poem (which is based on this post) is particularly beautiful and insightful, so I want to share it in its very own post. Thank you, Sparrow, for all you do and all you share.
Love is Not Commanded
Once two hearts burned, by love ignited
When two were one, in bliss united
Now but in memories reside
Bittersweet, mist damps the eye
Millennia will pass away
The memories abide, to stay,
Presenting new love with a wall,
A barrier, wide, deep and tall.
Though there is stirring love anew
From something that she sees in you,
Evokes a smile, sets off a spark,
Passes diversion, more than a lark
And in that heart a space she makes,
Do not presume this love you take
To be considered less than honor.
It does not mean that you now own her
Once filled by a love so profound,
Though ages pass, it’s still around.
How long to take ere you discover,
That you are blessed to be her lover,
And know you’ll not own in her heart,
That space, forever set apart,
Where she will always be the host
To her departed lover’s ghost.
Within her heart to win your place
You need be generous and face
Your power as a duty to the others.
Be not jealous of her other lovers
For in the end your mortal life is fleeting
You’ll be long gone while her heart goes on beating
So get beyond just thinking of yourself
And earn the gift of love from the witch elf.