Love sees what is beyond chance,
to neither judge or see but know beauty.
We live in time and circumstance,
and are not equal if we are not changing.
Little changes what I dearly see,
even by time's turbulent rearranging.
A heart often searches each night,
searching, as for a familiar hand to hold.
Familiar eyes so like stars as bright,
they are the sun and in the darkness smile.
To circle the sun until I grow old,
is but a dream or perhaps to stay a while.
Brian Francis Hudon
September 24, 2020
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