(A lone voice whispers)
Who am I
To try to tame her
That wild beautiful angel
Who came
Like a luminous ball of thunderous explosive emotions
Into my life
An angel
An incredible design of the deep divine
Who claimed she
Was all mine
Who am I
A circus ringmaster
Like so many others I know
A woman
Is a gift from God
If she's the one
To be forever
treasured
Wherever you go
Her smiles
Miseries or plights
Are to be embraced or soothed with empathy and compassion
Throughout all those long nights
There might be
Circus ringmasters
Out there
Dominant and truly
Unfair
But I'm just a man
Punching above
My weight
Cherishing her
Like my holy
Morning prayer
Through emotional
Thunderstorms
Engaged
Within this beloved
Love affair
Our joining
A symbolic union
Bestowed
By fate
This majestic love who
Came to me of
Late
Requires more than
Harsh words
And phrases
Used by other fools
Who stand proudly by their Garden of Eden
Gates
She should be serenaded instead
Like the seraphim
She embodies
Whilst she ages
Away from segregation
Or persecutions
For foolish
Ringmasters
Always lose their prize
Me
I hold mine
Close
In every way
Beyond
Masculine definitions
But within circles of
Understanding
Without permission
For the only ringmaster
I'm in control
Of
Is my life
And all
As it slowly
Unfolds
Tasked to walk
Together with
Her
To whatever
Future of beholds
Equality perpetually
Singing
Its soft sonnets
As we step over
Its invisible thresholds
As lonely
Ringmaster's
Cling onto their empty chests
Of Fools Gold
As their love
Grows cold
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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