Love

Love survives...

From the dawning of spring

Through the cruel winter's chill,

For the harvest of autumn

And summer's hot swelter,

Touching each season with

Patterned precision,

Steadily charting its altering course.

Weeping with willows...

Bending, not breaking,

Constantly growing

With roots that run deep.

Love is a miracle,

A bold survivor...

Pacing... Enduring...

Keeping its keep.