… change is yet to come …

Swear you’ll follow me to the ends of the earth
Be mine for all time & then some
Protect me from the cold, to have & to hold

My cup runneth over with sweetest emotion
Looking back is a fact unavoidable
Significant pleasures & sacrifices
have shaped us as we are & yet to become



The color of love must be green, you say
for it grows like a winding vine
It must be multi-colored, I say
like ripened fruit we pluck from that vine
The color of sweet wine
pressed from the grape
No, I say it’s white
for its purity shown in the afterglow
And it’s also bright gold
like the sun after a cleansing rain
A mellow yellow
And surely red
like life’s blood coursing thru our veins

© 2015