Always Poem by Michael Egan

The Water God alone doth sit
His head upon his other hand,
Expression dull, his eyes unlit
Words idly tracing in the sand.

He gazes on a distant shore
A secret cavern he once knew
And shall they love again no more?
His heart says, no, it can't be true

His heart knows, for it knows his own,
Her newly vacant lonely bed
The empty, silent, unshared moan
The softly whispered words unsaid

Abruptly down he casts his eyes
Sees words he's written in the sand
Discerns the letters with surprise
Traced out with his unconscious hand

"Love seeketh not itself to please,
Nor for itself hath any care,
But for another gives its ease,
And Heaven builds in Hell's Despair."

And: "Love's not love which coldly alters
Where it alteration finds
Stumbles when the other falters
Is torn to pieces in the wind."

Upon these words his eyes he bent
And knew their meaning to be true
And instantly this thought he sent:
"I'll always be here, Love, for you

"And like the northern star above
In rain and sun and winter too
Thus constantly I'll give my love
And always be here, Love, for you."