Just How Much Poem by Ron Pate

Our lives enslaved to predetermined courses of events, all leading to our conceived future. The natural order held by many as fate deciding how we meet, and how we love. It's born within our hearts and is our very soul..

We hold our love tender and sweet and in the night we enter a peaceful sleep.

Our love left alone becomes weak, and soon we wake only to weep, overwhelmed by emotions trying to make sense of what went wrong.

We shall place our love high above all, on a pedistal for the whole world to see, and everyday we will know just how much our love means..