To love and to have lost...

Oh that I could see her face, how happy I might be!
      To see her laugh might warrant this fool to act as
          such, to encourage such an outburst.

But to keep this mind from doubting must be this fool's unending
      goal, for if this heart is wounded, does it not
          still beat?  Can it not rise again?  Must it always
   keep safe or should it be tempted to grow stronger?

          And shouldn't it?  Is not the most beautiful
part of a fool's heart its resilience?  Is that
not from where its strength hails?

Oh but to love and to have lost!
          I welcome thee, should the chance but
to love be a condition, for a life without love
      IS but lost.
                                - end -

        - February 17, 2006