If You Asked Me... Poem by Daniel Brick

If you asked me, "Is Spring the fairest
season? " I would answer, "Yes, it is the fairest,
but Autumn is deeper and broader, and gives
the soul ample time to enjoy a season of wonder."

If you asked me, how do I survive a night
of despair I would touch your cheek and say,
"I would not: I would die before midnight,
but in the soft morning light, I would be reborn."

If you asked me, "Why do friends, even the best
among them, betray us and abandon us? " I would be
silent a long time, "I do not know how to answer you.
They are only human like me and you: Forgive them."

If you asked me, "Am I beautiful, or is it only
the other girls who possess beauty? " I would hand you
a sprig of lilac in its season of bloom, and say,
"You do not possess beauty like the other girls: You Are Beauty."

If you asked me, "How can I know you are telling me
the Truth? " I would smile suddenly. "You know my words
are truthful, deep inside you know this, because
you trust me as I trust you in a double bond that cannot be false."