Happiness comes from choosing
As love's the consequence of choosing love.
Perhaps all angels shall the weaker prove,
Pinned by those whose fortunes they must bless.
Yet some must make their choice under duress,
Salvaging the unspent sweetness of
Each moment that across their sea might move,
Vivid in the wake of its caress.
Endurance is no name for an embrace,
Nor is one's joy much kindled by one's
There is but death and illness in the offing;
Eventually, all life ends in pain.
Even so, love touches life with grace,
Not vested in the verdict of the jury,
Transforming what would else have little meaning,
Happily engaged again, again.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon