Reconciled to Love

What to see? Two of me, in an image of irony.

Could it be? Is it she, in shadows of destiny?

But tomorrow there’s no sorrow, Only hope even narrow;

That beside me, still alive in me, is the peace of regularity.

No more games, only truth whether bitter or sweet coming.

‘Tis worth it facing truth than worries even stunning.

But no rush and no fuss. For what will be may come fast.

But hush and do not brush off the wonders that may pass.

So sleep well understanding Learn to live and not let pass,

The could bes, would bes, maybes that may brighten or shatter glass.

For that is just how precious life and love can be,

Such strength within its beauty yet in fear full of frailty.

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