This is a poem for all the lovers in the world who have to work at love and who feel that it’s worth it, even if they weren’t “fated” to be in love.
Half and Half My love, we were not meant for one another In spite of innate sympathies arising And we have struggled, argued, joyed, and fought To such degree our harmony's surprising. For Fate has dealt with us awry, you see, And made me love while you play off your tricks, Your ploys, dishonesties, though you seek truth, And left me thus to sort love from the mix. For I feel sure you are not without love Though you may say it is not meant for me, And yet you show both passion and concern In what seems more than my due lot, truly. So, ask you for what you most want from love, Whether or not you think it in my range, For lovers true even shake the mighty halls Of heaven with their cries, nor count it strange. Perhaps, then, we may pass for lovers true, My weakness, your denial passing muster And for half-this, half-that we garner praise As to the ill-assorted adding luster. ©Victoria Leigh Bennett, 2/7/17