DISENCHANTMENT

“The love we give away is the only love we keep.” – Elbert Hubbard

A poem recovered from an old diary. It speaks of enchantment and disenchantment, falling in and out of love, of looking through hazy, rose-tinted glasses and clinical, prescription ones of crystal-clear glass that reveal the world and all of its imperfections.

Outside your Door

When I loved you, I loved you so
That even your door, shut as it was,
Was a thing beloved.
When I loved you, I loved you so
That each night I had to spend outside your window,
Until you turned off your light.
When I loved you, I loved you so
That tears would flow from my eyes,
Whenever I but thought of you.

Now so much time has passed,
That your door, even though open wide,
For me has no appeal.
Now so many things have come between us,
That even though your light burns all night,
I would not even know it.
Now so much has my heart hardened,
That the tears that you may shed for me
Are but scattered raindrops in a parched desert.