By Tony DeLorger © 2011
You grace my life in wondrous ways,
maintaining flight and dreams,
your gentle hand in subtlety
placating all extremes.
It is not your wisdom,
not your sense,
that moves me to reclaim,
my lost ideals, aspirations,
your love and kindness gains.
In soothing tones with loving smile,
you tend my open wounds,
it is with selfless caring
you encourage, not judge my ruin.
For struggle is the seed of life,
the core that makes us real,
character born in pain and strife,
no colours can conceal.
Through love and understanding,
the lost become the found,
and love is sealed of perfect souls,
in one a life profound.
This path is mine to travel,
and you of choice with me,
there is no limit for this love,
our treasured life to be.
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