of lace and snow,
of love, brought low.

Birds soaring yonder,
are heard to ponder,
the whimsical ways,
of humans, these days.

Love and trust,
given, to
greed and lust.

Forces unseen,
come between,
husband and wife,
riddled with strife.

Lovers forlorn,
too quick to scorn,
for hearts that
are broken, healed
not, by a token.

Such a day,
as today.
Thick skin,
is required, for
romance caught, in
twisty mire.

Yet here I stand,
heart in hand,
believing someone
will hear,
that Hope,
is near.