Passions love, young and new,
only the moment exists.
Eyes intent upon the other,
the world fades
in comparison..

What kind of love?

Every obstacle the world has
to throw...
Some overcome..
others leaving deep wounds,
taking years to heal,
only to be reopened
anew,
bleeding the heart.

What kind of love?

Memories of sweet accord
thread the years
with golden threads.
Woven is this tapestry
that is crimson red with pain,
and glistens with so many tears,
intertwined with wondrous joy.
Woven on the eternal loom
by God's Graceful loving Hands.

What kind of love?

The lessons only learned,
through the many tears..
Until this tapestry
is framed
in
unconditional love.