harry

had I known in my youth
that love would tarry so
I would have sought
a different path
focused less on fickle fellas
that wander to and fro
thumbed my nose
at lovers' woes
and held my heart more dear
more precious my time
wasted it not
on callow confederates
that valued it and me but little...
and yet,
I would not harry
my younger self too much
for in fires was I forged
in the time wasted
in the love unrequited
I found my hope unshakable
and though my heart's been
bruised and beaten
in the end
it is, I am,
unbreakable