Lucretius Poem by Hal Caufield

How is it that I hang on her every whim?
A movement in her force can take
My heart from soaring highs,
To spiraling towards the seas below.

And why should I blame her?
When it was I that so long ago
Set this course.
But I fight on believing that
We can cure this life’s mistakes and
In a kind and benevolent God.
All the while knowing the frailty of her heart.
She fears being a casualty of this war,
Being wrong.
What if God does not exist?

So I believe alone and hang on her every whim.
Knowing her heart is worth fighting for.
If I am wrong and love is lost,
And if there is no God,
It will have been well worth the fight.
Despite the heart ache of being wrong,
In the end I will always have
The marvel of all I learned and Loved of Her.
And she can never take that from me.