Love, love changes everything
A life en noir overnight
Becomes the life seen through rose-colored glasses
Should it linger and last for a time
Would be a meandering trip sur la Loire
A river for lovers
A valley for every century of time
Where the sun is shaded in pink
To smile on l'amour.
Romance born of lovers is fleeting
And untrue
Romance born of soulmates is rare
And solely for the books
But romance born of two best friends
Yes, that is born to last!
Its rose will blush eternally
And won't wither in August heat
Love for another is acquired transformation
A path paved under clouds covering the sun
Is it there? Does it shine? Do my lenses deceive me?
Of course. It is there.
We forget only the simplest of truth.
While the sun shines eternal, so does true love -
Only both are hard to trust
In midst of cloudiest days
And a loss of faith in the sun
Is what chases true love away
The rose-colored glasses
Open childlike eyes
To the vivid land of color
Transformed by touch of another
Noir is classic, timeless for the ages
But rose is fleeting, present once a lifetime
So fleeting it's indescribable
Neither of today or past
Only a moment before it's gone
Only a breath before it's a memory
Rose is life when life is love
And life as love is, certainly, assuredly,
The brightest, the richest, the best.
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Life When Living Awake
Poetry• sequel to A Book of Rhyme, Rhythm, and Time • Life goes on. "Life When Living Awake" explores joy, heartbreak, hurt, loneliness, and learning how to get back up and keep trying. It's about being loved and being hurt and healing from the hurt whil...
