When He Did Not Kiss the Girl
A symphony of lights,
a dance of green and blue
coupled with the song of the waves,
The scent of moss imbued
The rock of the water in its ebb and flow
He looked into her eyes
Through them, his only window
With expectations and anticipations,
came clarity and realizations
that he could never know the girl,
never love the damsel that waited
and so there she waited, it became clear
that truly the one to love
and to be loved by was not before her
and all that she had done to pave her path
was not her path at all
and in that moment
as often a woman's lament
since the day that woman
had love in her heart to be spent
she discovered what she had thought was her way
was not, in fact, meant to be
and that the one she had run to
had led her astray
And so for long to follow,
she bemoaned the wasted hours
for not reigning in that which was never in her power
to have taken to begin with
for love cannot be taken
it cannot be guided
cannot be awakened
when it was not provided at all
and so, as so many women before her
and as so many women will face to come,
the girl had to come to see
that he would not be the one
and that the man she had thought
would make her a part of his world
was not the man that would take the chance
to love, and kiss the girl
But as men may be weak,
so also women may be strong,
and her epiphany was reached,
her time not wasted at all!
and that in love spent and love lost
in paths paved in the wrong direction
what she had learned then
in the face of rejection
were lessons she would carry for the rest of her life
the lessons she learned
and the plans she would rewrite
would make way for the blessings
that were not yet in sight