Saturday, June 14

the poem marched in at six this morning demanding its debut

the loving
(is no longer found in the shade of Eden's
giant dinosaur leaves and
romantic silhouettes against sunset)
began as perfection

has persisted and grown
despite
regardless
as "ideal" faded from our temporal scene

the sorrow
regret
wondering if the loss of perfection
meant
the loss of love

the miracle
love thrives not in standard, anonymous forms
but in random
oddball
quirks
giving contour to relationships
surprising Type A personalities
reflecting a creative Creator

the joy
(a discovery)
my heart will find its place in love
not despite
or regardless
but because of
me.

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