NEVER COUNT THE COST

NEVER COUNT THE COST

Memory is a fickle friend,
You can play its game and lose or win,
And sometimes you hang on the precipice
As your tires whine and spin.

Everywhere that we have been and all that we have done
Blazes in remembrance like an all-consuming sun.

I beg of you, my only love,
to always see our years together written on the stars.

To even when you find me distant, circling the maze,
Never take away your gaze, but keep the faith in what is ours.

For love’s a road map, long and sweet, replete with ruts and detours,
The surface rough, the texture coarse, with sharp and jagged contours.

Sometimes we speak in peaceful chant,
Sometimes in bloodless scream,
But cling to me forever and don’t discard the dream.

At times romance is like a war,
A long and lonesome tour of duty,
A casino of the blindest chance,
A refuge of great beauty.

Sometimes a world of petty slights,
Of slamming doors and silent nights.
Sometimes a cushioned bed of down,
With hearts and flowers all around.

I beg of you, my cherished dear,
When you count the tally of our years,
To hold them in your reverie as angel-kissed and heaven sent,
To never count the cost of love and find your dreams misspent.

-Bruce Potts
Copyright 2008
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