Yesterday was a busy day filled with museums and gardens with my princesses.  That’s not to excuse my getting to this poem so late.  It is simply a fact.

Today’s mission is to write a poem about view points.  Specifically, it is “to write a poem that looks at the same thing from various points of view”. I thought about politics.  But, that just seemed like a way to get off on a wrong foot, perhaps with everyone.  I then thought about religion.  Well now, there’s a potential can of word worms.  This would be especially true if I made the mistake of presuming to know all the secret ways a human heart.

That’s when it struck me:

The Secret Ways of A Human Heart
by Michael Romani

Darling, my beloved one...
It seems when I look at you...
So, it seems the poem's begun
But, no wait, those words don't do.
I fail; so I try again and again
Why? Because you're my best friend

Loving you has always been that easy
You never have to try hard to please me
From the moment I laid eyes on you
I knew it was you and no one else would do
So, I jumped into the fire with both feet
As quick as that, etched on every heartbeat

I looked into your eyes and saw my tomorrows
Our time together could weather all sorrows
And I knew like only a silly sort of poet can
That from the moment we met I wanted to be that man
The man who was good enough to have you love me too
The man who deserved your love; loyal, kind and true

You softly smiled and took me lovingly by the hand
Knowing full well, my love was yours to command
And instead of commanding, you sweetly explained
That a love too rushed can easily become too strained
In an invitation of grace, you touched my face
Encouraging me that with time all might fall in place

Step by step, locked in embrace, the poet's dancer
You became, as if, to quietly and strongly answer
That all of your emotions belonged to the magic of we
If only, I give your time needed, we'd have eternity
You blushed and asked shyly, would I wait for thee
The answer is yes as it should and will always be

Two approaches to love, one fast and one slow
Despite one's passion, a rose can only bloom 
When it's allowed time enough to blossom and grow
It finds its own pace when given enough room
And so as a gift of true love I've given to you
All the things that you've needed as I'll always do

(c) April 6, 2017 Michael Romani