5I shed not a tear,
Not a one,
For I can but accept,
Your answer,
Fraught with meaning;
In its facets,
A thousand more.
I asked,
If you willed,
That I forget;
All that was,
All that is,
All that could be.
You answered "Aye."
And resolutely,
I went about it.
I cannot say,
"It was an easy task."
For that would be a lie,
But I recognized,
I was weary.
I got tired of groveling,
Always yielding,
Giving so much of myself,
And receiving only,
Grains of sand, IF that,
When I would give brilliant glass,
In a myriad of colors.
I deserve better!
Further I have not ventured,
And untried is my resolve;
But steadfast am I,
And quickly on the mend.