Reflections

Those were the days
there was nothing
but my dream
and I

How they jeered
hopeless
idealistic
romantic

no one knew
that You had in store
such a wondrous union
for mere mortals

I persevered then
I endured the mocking
I did not clearly see
the goal I was striding towards

Nonetheless, I strode
I strode
one step
at a time

One
step
after
another

Some got bored
Some tried seduction
Some wrote me off as crazy
Others just shook their heads

The world's changed
Ancient notions have lost their place
Modernize, Accessorize
Realize the truth, man

Much to their dismay
I did.
Romance was dead, eh?
There was nothing left?

There's no way anyone
could've written a plot like this
All the credit is due
quite simply: to You

Master Author
Maker, Creator
You knew what You did
You knew who, what and where

How and why?
Of course, You covered those too
And as for her?
Well, you cared for her

Just as
You
cared for
me

A boy
A girl
in love
with each other

Save that
well, back then
they had
yet to meet

Divine mystery
Author Eternal
How they jeered
And now?

I think that
to close this poem
with a kiss
will be enough