I was thinking this morning of that wonderful love poem by D.H.Lawrence, The Elephant Is Slow to Mate, which meant a great deal to me the last time I attempted such, back in 2000. (I must be part elephant, I might manage it by ninety, at the rate I'm going!) I was reflecting on how the solitary and peaceful heart is loathe to trade in its serenity for the roller-coaster ride of love, generally fraught with alternating mania and angst, at least in my admittedly limited experience. So these few lines arrived in time for me to tap them onto the screen. Wild Woman's Advice for the Aging Lovelorn, hee hee.
The aging heart will take its time
in choosing one with whom to rhyme.
In search of comfort and succor,
it finds it needs contentment more.
It loves its slow and steady beat.
When that is threatened, it retreats.
No more a plunging over falls.
It's tired now. It needs four walls.
If you would woo an aging one,
shine strong and steady like the sun.
Be patient. Plant love's little seed.
Grow it with kindness in word and deed.
Maybe, a slow heart
will be freed,
and to the suitor will concede......
if promised a love
that doesnt bleed.