Selfish Fears
Many fears I suppress, In my Hugr I retain, in my Minni remain. Being someone's second choice Is one I fear th'most. To be someone's second love, Th'one they settled for. Oh! To long for more! The women with age tell tales of yore, To their grandaughter's they confess hurt Of a time long ago When their love was young and bold. They speak of their unrequited love Oh, so boldly one could weep. Th'one's they speak of so fondly Taken by death, or their former loves' flame dwindl'ed lame. So they settl'ed for th'one in second place. And so, I cannot help but feel My fears emerge of pains concealed, That, if I were to love my wife, my gliss'ning bride, And cherish her like one's own life, To reach high into Freyr's abode -Those gliss'ning skies in which we behold Those gold'n rays shimm'ring bold- And give'er my world, And I overheard whilst walking by, Or if the winds told me, "Lo there, th'one who dreams too h...