Bitter Sweet Love

Dried paper hearts hang from the ceiling

of my house. Green, brown, and beige.

I want to hold your hand and walk the

path of life no matter what my age.

Your love has made me bold, I can

Now go out in the wild and thrive.

There are times I feel the sting even

when there aren’t any bees in the hive.

I light a candle each night in your sweet

Anticipation…And then I turn the pages

of my diary in which I had kept the rose

That you gave me. You know it has

Turned brown, yet I can feel your essence.

For one doesn’t love only when it’s easy.

It’s a feeling that stays until senescence!