Be still my roaming heart,
stay put and pant no more.
Take gentle breaths and fall in love with life again,
build castles on the shore.
For man was meant to love and woman too,
and sun was made to shine and rain to fall,
and while love-drops soak and stain beneath the sheets
in small attempt to make bitter sweet, the sad sense of it all.
All women were designed to wear the dress of wedding white.
All men’s design was ever made to take it off before the night.
Where vows were made and broken with same breath,
and where apologies remain unspoken until death,
that is where I’ll be, in the midst of uncertain constancy.
Be strong, oh wavering thoughts of sensual rhyme,
take tender hold and make her thine for all of time.
For she is there if thou but dare to move in passion wild,
unloose the reins of pleasured urgency and make love, make haste,
make marriage, then make child.
Copyright William Forde: February 25th, 2017.