As a child, I felt crestfallen seeing

A film on a lioness a woman tames;

It needed a graver understanding

Of how love chooses to play its mean games.

Today I saw a similar story:

How a boy watches, broken-heartedly,

His pet, in whom he fostered love’s glory,

For its own safety, swimming back to sea.

It is thus I guess that it is to be:

Despite the pain and to its core be true,

There comes a time to just stand back and see

If pulling back gets me closer to you.

Love surely has its own complexity:

To get it all, one has to set it free.