Love Poem

I did not give my prince the rarest of a feature
Nor did I let my mind overuse its powers;
My imagination reached no dark tower--
Instead I gathered that he was my creature.
I did not bestow upon him the burden of equality
Nor did I fancy that he was of other kinds
My sole fear was that of constant, blessing rarity
Instead I let other hands form his heart's designs.
I did not fail in my quest to prepare myself
For the edges of things to come henceforth
I did not want him in perfection to seek help
Instead I gave him power of a different sort.
I gave my prince the kindest of hearts
And much of a strong temper I certainly lent
To build from scratch with still unravelled parts
What, along with its completion, I will not repent.
My mind in pains feigned to forever perform
The act of creation of a beauteous soul;
Be it only a fictional remainder in an unreal storm
Maybe I shall be content; filled even with pleasure
That I created a boy, a man, whatever he be
And that through me, beyond common measure
He learnt to breathe; and I then let him free.
I did not give my prince a certain chance to win
Instead I gave him a princess to find and then protect
If he found another, which I do not mean
I'd know he could love, and that I do respect.