Confusion ~ Philip Brent Harris
Imagine, how do we tell our own love story?
Do we believe love exists in a state of grace?
Fear it will be a stroll along life’s razor edge,
Plunge into the deep, head first, eyes closed.
Do we make our dive unsure if we can swim?
Will love’s buoyancy help float us on the top,
Or cement our feet and drag us to the depths,
Force us to thrash and cling, find our rhythm?
Can a glance be our lifeline for our lifetime?
Will connections ease our travel or thwart it?
Will arguments build obstacles or clear a path?
Through all this and more, can our love thrive?
For some it will and some it won’t, no telling.
What looks better from outside may fair worse.
Larger the wedding cost, the shorter the union;
Maybe none may know what our future holds.
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