-An American love poem

Love had come, we waited by
We both followed as couples should
He led us as we knew he would
But to where we wondered, and why.

I knew already how we’d travel
Although this time the path was new
And bumps along the road were few
Though each a fresh alert unravelled.

And when we started to depart
For Love was moving far and fast
We knew not if we’d even last
But I held her hand, we wouldn’t part.

We stopped and breathed, heavy breaths
Enough of this we had for now
This hasty course would not allow
The two of us, it’d be our deaths.

By the hand I took her swift,
Told her we had another choice
One in which we could rejoice
And leave to Love a modest thrift.

The choice to stop and take our time
And let Love further into perdition
We’d make new paths of our rendition
And try to get it right this time.

She agreed though not for Love
Who too quick was out of sight
She looked me with those eyes so bright
She was my gift from up above.

Though Love proved to be a coward
We instead made something real
The truth of loving became revealed
Leaving us, ourselves empowered.