The Triumph Of Love Poem by sarafina jackson

Will you fight for me, to be there, knowing the path won't be a simple one?
Can you see yourself without me, seeking and not finding.
But once you succeed will you know what to do and how to blend?
To be put in a state of mind to be able to mend?

Racing toward the finish line with me as your prize, reconizing all the dos and don'ts, taking me as time allows never minding the appropriate size.

Take me as I am, flaws and all, keep me close to your heart, accept me as your trophy. But don't treat me as such, for I am your triumph, I am your prize.
I was sent to you from above....for I am you triumph of love.

At the end of this race of time and space I will rise, realization kicks in, and you now know, I am your beautiful prize.