Monday, August 1, 2016

All I Can Ask

I cannot say that I would make you mine—
   That’s ownership. You don’t do that to hearts.
If you bottle them up like local wine,
   They will ferment to sour and bitter parts.
I cannot worship all you are and do—
   You’re not a god. You’re human to the bone.
But there is such divinity in you
   That your smile can draw honey from a stone.
All I can ask is whether you can see
   Yourself with someone loyal, kind and giving—
And even if that person isn’t me,
   Find a heart full of that and you’ll be living
      With love that’s holier than the divine
      And happiness that ages like fine wine.

Copyright 2016 Matthew J Wells

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