Monday, February 9, 2009

Passing Time

Hope, a fertile seed, a blooming rose,
keeps the candle burning.
Flame, ablaze in the heart, like
the glowing embers of a ceremonial pyre,
carries the desire for understanding.
Agony, is this waiting, unable to move.
Hardly breathing for the turmoil
compressing my very spirit.
But for my love, surely this adventure would
be my end. Forever by my side, locked in spirit
and heart, we will walk through the fire.
Unknown are the obstacles we will confront.
Without doubt we will face them together.
And today's sorrow will grace us
with tomorrow's hope.
~ From Beans, with love, to Cakes ~

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