by Ann Drysdale
I know you love me, and I’m glad you do
But still I’m standing braced to take a bruise
Since all roads lead, my love, to losing you.
You’ve told the truth to me — you love her, too,
And some day you are going to have to choose,
Although you love me, as I know you do.
I thought I had the edge because I knew
But that’s not necessarily good news —
All roads still lead, my love, to losing you.
Sweetheart, you’ll never give the heave-ho to
The innocent; the one who knows will lose,
Although you love me, as I’m sure you do.
I’ve tried to find it but there’s no way through;
No coup de grâce, no masterplan, no ruse,
For all roads lead, my love, to losing you.
So I won’t spoil the time I spend with you
Looking for signs and listening for clues —
For now, you love me; I’ll be glad you do,
Though all roads lead, my love, to losing you.
Much of Ann Drysdale’s writing can be obtained by contacting the author via http://www.poetrypf.co.uk/anndrysdalepage.html.