I was led into love with an eager palm, <br />full of life and vigour and youth. <br />I was shunted from love with the back of the hand, <br />careless, selfish and uncouth. <br /> <br />The winds do moan as the trees howl from their roots <br />and the days grow cold, as the nights grow fierce <br />with the remembrance of the lover’s previous hold <br />and the bittersweet tear for the wisdom untold. <br /> <br />I have lived a thousand years of the groans of the women before, <br />who’s lovers, like mine, were men and boys too foolish to see <br />that the one they hurt is themselves eventually and not me. <br />No, not me. <br /> <br />I was led down the rutted road to believing the impossible. <br />Do not dare to dash my dreams that it may still be true. <br />Hush, young man, and draw near. <br />You’re not the one but as comfort you’ll do. <br />So hush, young man, and draw near.<br /><br />Claudia Fitzgerald<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/who-so-loves-believes-the-impossible-elizabeth-barrett-browning/
