#936 - what love made me

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what love made me

under the chuppah

 

must admire

it came through every calamity

 

pledge of how the world

 

a veil brought over

open now

as is the heart

 

there is the way they were treated and still

 

so sudden this was

as the tree in the bird

 

plant a cedar

plant a pine

later build from branches

 

could be a sarong on sticks

and we can both get under

 

is it a waltz this elsewhere?

doors, windows, every way

tap toes

 

some people need never remind to bright

 

and others, like us, trick strings to life

a song from the lips

must remember who we were

 

I think they all stood here to promise

 

how many hearts

down through time?

 

whole book of rules to break

still crank the sun

so little to start

but the garden

 

and one day

walk into Spring together

golden because so

all afternoon light easy

 

under an open sky

 

that love of those far back to the Bible

                   beyond

           and further still

 

did death part?

no one knows