Like Gilbert Blythe
And Anne with an “E,”
Your love developed
But it did so slowly.
As children you played,
You sang and you made
Beautiful music
Then went separate ways.
As friends and composers
You did collaborate.
Writing songs for other weddings,
For other friends
Who’d found their mates.
Watching your collaboration
Others made the observation
That your best consideration
Would be a firm foundation
Built on each other’s love.
But like Gilbert Blythe
And Anne with an “E”
You could not see
The forest for the tree.
All the while you were praying
With this hope in view,
That the wedding songs you’d written
Would one day be sung for you.
Then out of the blue
You knew it was true,
That Gilbert Blythe
And Anne with an “E”
Actually were a portrait
Of you and of me.
This sudden realization
Caused a growing new sensation.
That the answer to your prayer
Was not way off somewhere.
But in the friendship that you’d nurtured.
And in the hopes and dreams you share.
Some people say that love is blind.
Others say true love is hard to find.
While scoffers claim it’s only in fables.
But like Gilbert Blythe
And Anne of Green Gables,
You finally found the love of your life.
Not far away, at Green Gable’s farms
But close to home,
In each other’s arms.
©2010 Don Detrick
