I don’t know when I wrote it, nor with what in mind. The pen has partly faded, so instead of saving a scrap of paper, I’ll record it here. It seems to have no title, either – it’ll be fine without.
I feel a fool, for I should know
The truth of love without a show
Of fervor, when it’s far away.
I feel a fool, for I should trust
The staying power of love, not just
Its most immediate display.
I feel a fool, for since my birth
My maker has affirmed my worth,
And yet I doubt his love for me.
So if this fool, this fool you love,
In weakness craves a show thereof,
You’re in the best of company.
Whatever the inspiring occasion was, it’s timeless and definitely worth preserving.
Thanks! Sometimes I think my best creative years are gone, and then I look at Joseph and change my mind.
How true! About Joseph, I mean. And I doubt your best creative years are behind you in other ways. If you don’t have time to write poetry now, you are gathering and storing material for later use.