Sunshine then rain. The best cannot sustain. Love now
became a bumpy road: so much revealed:
there came their first skirmish. Oh Lord! What now?
Chance words dig up the hurts so long concealed.
Hot spots, eruptions, burning with old pain.
Does he love me? Is she mad? Turmoil in the brain.
Is all lost? Does the heaven still remain?
Where is the road, the way to love again?
I would prefer that we repair, she said,
the damage of the day before, and so
by sharing carefully their wounds they fed
the plant of love new sunshine, saw it grow
once more, its beauty all restored, enhanced.
Thus, far beyond the pain, love was advanced.
17.10.17 La Ville au Roi
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