My own take on Ezra Pound's "The River-Merchant's Wife: A Letter" |
While my lips still pursed red and my eyes still sparkled With tired timidity, I would wear an array of floral, frivolous dress, On the days I wished to forget. But on the days I looked forward, I was myself In a superhero t-shirt and jeans, And you saw me as me, in that picture, and was smitten. You sent me messages and we laughed and talked, Falling in love day by day, little by little, Until we realized we had fallen in love. You journeyed hours just to see me We kissed there--under the moonlight’s pale blue. But then you’d have to go away, And sometimes weeks would go by Before we could be together again. We missed each other every moment, But we were always connected Somehow. Heartbreak was not a stranger for either of us But I gave my wounded heart to you, And you took it, I trusted you; I always will. And at nineteen, I married you. My life had not even begun until that moment When we held hands in matrimony. You lit the fire of passion inside of me, Healing my once-broken heart, And the flames engulf any sorrow, Any woes or worry, Because our love is stronger. Now we live every moment With each other, Together, For each other. We never have to leave, And we never will. Kissing the past farewell, We keep fond memories in our pockets. You hold my hand and kiss my head And say, “I will love you forever.” And as we grow older, This will become even truer With every promise kept And every memory remembered. |