Perhaps You Are A Lover After All

Perhaps you are a lover after all;

Perhaps like some tender gladiator

You were created merely to perish,

Or else wrestle the dread angel of love

Until he softens, golden and pliant 

In your laughing embrace.

Perhaps running is not your strongest suit;

Perhaps your legs are exhausted from flight;

Perhaps, in any case, you can’t outrun 

The crown on your brow, the sword at your side,

Or the fire dancing forth from your heart,

You soft, mad dreaming child.

Perhaps, finally, that bold, restless girl

Waiting bravely outside your fortress walls,

Carries within her deeper mysteries

Than those you have so dilligently sought

Amongst the melancholy secrets

Of your wizard’s tower.