Love. Love. Love.
Were it that easy, I would
chant love, love and love
all day long.
Challenges would fade to the
shadows as the light of love
lit a new path. You and I would
know each other in a new way.
All would change: the look in your eyes, ,
the lilt of your words,
the confidence in your steps,
your smile.
Love. Love. Love.
Were it that easy, flowers would bloom
each new day as a reminder of whom
we are: iris, lily, orchid, daisy, baby's breath—
a rare bouquet, a rich fragrant addition
to this day.
Chant love:
Love. Love. Love.
(February 2009)
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