david lessard (september fourteenth, nineteen forty-one / gardner, massachusetts)
A needle in a haystack...
Why did it take so long for me to find you?
Why did it feel as if it took forever?
I felt that I did all the things I knew to do,
Perhaps they all were far too clever...
Devious and cunning, that's what they proved to be,
They thought that they were too far above my head -
They never let my true self shine, that which is me,
They thought that they were in control, instead...
I left them to the making of their own mind,
and took another path, which led away from them -
I put all the wounds, scars and gloom behind,
and buried all the trash from which thoughts stem...
I found you, just by chance, such was my luck,
Like a needle in a haystack, I sought you out -
You were a fruit of goodness, I chanced to pluck,
Not it's our love and happiness, I'd like to tout!
Love is something to be prized and fought for,
Not such a thing that fades and falls away -
Love is strong and gorgeous to the very core,
and lasts for all one's life, not for one ordinary day.
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