Kenneth

At our age the imagination

                 across the sorry facts

                                  lifts us

to make roses

             stand before thorns.

                              Sure

love is cruel

                  and selfish

                                  and totally obtuse—

at least, blinded by the light,

                 young love is.

                                      But we are older,

I to love

               and you to be loved,
                           we have,

no matter how,

                        by our wills survived
                                          to keep
the jeweled prize
                always
                              at our finger tips.
We will it so
                   and so it is
                                      past all accident.

 from “Journey to Love