— a Valentine
Through the Curtain
(sonnet in a centuries-old form)
A Valentine, Remembered
He crossed through time and places, neither late
Nor swift, as though all distance learned to bow;
He brought his gifts unwrapped, without delay,
And held them out in gentleness somehow.
I named him obdurate crown, not as a praise,
But as the presence I saw and did not fear;
The beloved is not idealized as perfect,
and nothing more was asked.
He wanted me, and did; and I, the same—
I asked for regale that would be mine alone.
A knowing that was my own to carry,
A closeness asking nothing to be said.
Rima—love came with warmth and ache,
and stayed by being remembered.
P.S.
Love within verse is not a departure from faith.
It is one of its most honest expressions.
Written by Marguerite Grace
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