Wild & Fair
I missed a love that was as wild and reckless
as Autumn's wind stripping the trees bare.
And only a skeleton remains.
I sought a love that was as wild and lost
as the blinding snow storm in Winter leading astray.
And cloaks the familiar surroundings.
I needed a love that was as wild and sure
as the churning river bursting its banks in the Spring.
And carves new paths that are meaningful and beautiful.
I found a love that is as wild and fair
as Summer's fires setting the forests ablaze.
And burns long into the night.
~P. Beckett
~P. Beckett
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| "Be My Valentine" |
