Life has dealt us some difficult blows
not knowing where the next step goes
colorful pièces strewn over the floor
trying to fathom what may lie in store
pièces delicately gathered together
placing colored cuts into each other
with patience, building, trying to find
the perfect picture we had in mind
you and I, in centre pièces unfold
heartbreaking tales we’re being told
unique, yet instantaneously agree
love thrives on the will to be free
we will make it, do believe, my love
His grace, forwarded, from above
you and I will never lose the fight
love, honor, are ours, in this plight
there is a place of comfort, calm
we will prosper on true loves balm
in your eyes I see worlds being born
together we can welcome that morn
©04/04/2011 Joan
(136 Words)
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