As a child I felt crestfallen seeing
A film on a lioness a woman tames;
It needed a graver understanding
Of how love chooses to play its mean games.
Today I saw a similar story:
How a boy watches, brokenheartedly,
His pet, in whom he fostered love’s glory,
For its own safety swimming back to sea.
It is thus I guess that it is to be:
Despite the pain and to its core be true,
There comes a time to just stand back and see
If pulling back gets me closer to you.
Love surely has its own complexity:
To get it all one has to set it free.