It was Fate that drew us together,
It was Fate that blew us apart.
It was Fate in all kinds of weather,
It was Fate right down to the heart.
It was Fate that made you a jerkwad,
It was Fate that made me a dupe.
It was Fate that tossed me a lasso,
To trap you inside of my loop.
It is Fate that keeps me imprisoned
Where I've lived since first we met.
It is Fate that grants me these visions
That keep my heart young. And yet:
It's not Fate that claims I'm a winner,
For loving good men like you.
It's not Fate that protects me from sinners,
And keeps my sad heart true blue.
It's not Fate that tells me you love me,
Forever and ever Good Friend.
(We will soon be brought back together,
And our joys shall be without end.)
May the peace you have sought with such peril
Alight on your hand like a dove,
And the storms you have weathered grow distant
As the light shines on you from above.
This poem remains as a rough draft,
In humble remembrance to honor
The One Who Does Make Come True
all the dreams and the wishes
and the hopes and the prayers
and all my belief in you.
posted by: Peggy (reply)
post date: 01.11.08 (12:38 pm)
Inspired, universal, and publishable. You are the voice of legions.
