Love's Second Coming

Love was once a wishful thought
Something abstract, hard to be sought
Love came to me in many forms
Always fleeting, always wrong;

Love came once, a youth in spring
Young and vibrant, passions smoldering
Alas! The hands of fate soon prevail
For love came and love left - without fail;

With a heart so weary
And my eyes oh so teary
Love’s a myth - I concede in pain
One that’ll never reside in my domain;

I was wrong, so very very wrong
For here you are, steadfast and strong
You are love personified
Your love had me so petrified;

I am everything in your eyes
Everything that love is with no disguise
When hope sustains, hope begets
Your love I'll cherish, I've no regrets!

- by Janet Tai