The Heart Which Slips ....

There's something oddly inspiring about the love story of Britain's Prince Charles and Camilla Bowles. Their story debunked some of my beliefs about love and relationship.

I did not believe that true love endures. If you loved someone, broke up with that person and then entered into a relationship with another person, your love for your ex is negated by your present love. In that single act of committing to the next person, your past is extinguished. No residue. No lingering feelings.

With Prince Charles and Camilla, I realised that yes, perhaps, love lingers, and if there is an opportunity it will blossom.

There's a poem which the British laureate Andrew Motion wrote to commemorate the wedding. I'm posting it below. Again, this is not exactly what I need considering my context but for the others out there, believe when someone tells you to hang on to that love. I wish I did.

Spring Wedding

I took your news outdoors, and strolled a while
In silence on my square of garden-ground
Where I could dim the roar of arguments,
Ignore the scandal-flywheel whirring round,

And hear instead the green fuse in the flower
Ignite, the breeze stretch out a shadow-hand

To ruffle blossom on its sticking points,
The blackbirds sing, and singing take their stand.

I took your news outdoors, and found the Spring
Had honoured all its promises to start
Disclosing how the principles of earth
Can make a common purpose with the heart.

The heart which slips and sidles like a stream
Weighed down by winter-wreckage near its source -
But given time, and come the clearing rain,
Breaks loose to revel in its proper course.