Poem – Page 39 – A (wise) man of two faces

Chicken Marsala ingredients

Chicken
Flour, butter
1 cup Marsala wine
16 oz of mushrooms
Pasta

I knew I loved you
from the very first moment
I laid eyes on you.

There are many names,
and it wears many faces,
but the heart’s the same.

Why aren’t you bitter
from loving her?
She never loved you –
her feelings were not true.

I’m not that lover.

I hold my hands tight.
There’s nothing between them,
but they’re not empty.

They laid a deep foundation
out of their beliefs,
a faith which they believed could shoulder
all the world’s griefs.

They built the walls up, stone by stone,
with pious prayers and tears
in faith that they’d stand tall and strong
through the endless years.

But when they went to raise the rafters,
much to their surprise,
they’d exhausted all their faith
and run out of supplies.

I lost it somewhere
between my childhood dreams and
my adult pressures.

Oh my beloved,
promise me, once I am gone,
you will love again.

It’s been so long
since I heard this song.
It takes me back to a place,
reminds me of a face,
and a time we got along.

Oh Mother, Father,
someday I’ll be all grown up,
but remain your child.