Known As True

Sorrow hangs around her
like a mist the sun
cannot quite penetrate
waiting, always waiting
for the one
but he has yet to come

that one among a million
unafraid to live this love
that she has built her life upon
and the sky responds
as misty clouds blow in
upon a chilly breeze

and she wonders what it feels like
to live a life of ease
where she might share this love
with just one other
that cared as deeply in return

Deep enough to make the change
to live and be with her
through all the many moments
that accrue throughout a life

One that would stay
and make this way
a joy to walk once more
like in the days of yore
when love was true . . .


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