A Poem Poem by Kurt Barekman

Love takes a form
A curious shape not made to perform
In any way that seems to conform
To evolutionary principles that keep us warm

Two people spending a lifetime together
Till death do us part, we shall separate never
Through the sunny days, and stormy weather
What will we do when we fail to pleasure

Our partner in life and we start to fight
The storm clouds come, causing quite a fright
Thunder clouds clap, rain taps all through the night
On the roof, the dark forces us to turn on the light

We see illuminated what we know
The face of our lover set a glow
The storm clouds fade, the sun says hello
Our hearts reminded, love continues to grow.