you do not have
the words to tell him
but the sunlight falls
on his golden curls
and you have never seen
anything more beautiful,
though once you lived in
halls filled with treasure beyond
imagining, and oh, you are old
and he is young, and if ever
you were as green as he,
you cannot remember it.
all your life, you have known
hardship, and your face is lined
with the sorrows you have borne
whereas his face is lined only with
laughter, and you have watched
your home devoured in flame,
but his is safe and comfortable,
and you envied him for
belonging
somewhere, anywhere.
you belong nowhere.
(you think you could belong with him)
he looks at you as though you've
hung the moon, and you look
at him when you think he can't see
and for all your courage,
you have not the power to say
all that is in your heart:
that there is more of good in him
than he knows, more of wisdom
and kindness and bravery than
you had expected to find,
and that you cannot bear the thought
that a day will come when you are
parted from him,
when he will return to his home.
he is your home now.
of all the treasures you have beheld,
he is by far the fairest.
you know this,
if you know nothing else.
you love him.
you love him.
you love him.