Winning Olympic Gold In Love
Do you despair that you’ll ever be loved?
Is your home field’s crop smooth river rock?
When you look in a mirror is no one beside you?
Can Santa find nothing to put in your sock?
Do the girls that seem friendly somehow never please you,
Their clothes too expensive, their make up too much?
Are they out of your class perhaps,
Not warm enough, even cold to the touch?
Well your problem could be expectation,
With thinking you actually know what you want!
For surprise often holds key to love’s greatest treasures,
Mistake to believe you have gift of savant!
It is freedom to love or not love that holds blessing
And choice not just chemistry forms a true bond,
It’s your vulnerability tugging on heart strings
The source of the power in sorcerer’s wand.
It is freedom of choice that reveals you’re Olympic,
For it shows a heart that is shining like gold,
Which suggests to all looking no tarnish can happen,
And future unlikely to ever get cold.
Brian Johnston
August 8, 2016
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