These words keep arriving by post,
By phone and through the air:
They say, “I love you the most!”
And he’s always unprepared.
I dismissed them until I knew
What they could mean,
What they could do.
They let a young boy believe
In a dangerous fantasy
Of the young or naïve,
And give himself to ecstasy.
He’d already given himself away
To a girl who “merely loved” him;
He was swayed.
He was wounded by a whim.
How could his young heart
Know the anguish of love spurned?
Of changing minds and false starts?
That passion fades as quickly as it burns?
He was “crushed” when it ended;
His response, pure and true.
Still that phrase he insanely defended!
“I love you, I love you, and I love you”!
How hollow to me it still rings!
My beloved son in pain.
What makes a girl do these selfish things?
What is it that they gain?
Young hearts now seem to lack wisdom;
They’re so eager to believe.
Yet they haven’t the caution
It takes to give love and receive.
Summer, 2006
As a teen, our son kept falling in love with girls who used his feelings and then threw him away. This is just one episode!
