The Constant Stream
You keep them to yourself, divergences,
Along the way they sprawl, uncounted,
Retaliations barbed, annulling love,
And darling words with tears confounded.
The hollow echoing chambers of the heart,
Receptacles of many well-aimed darts,
As honeyed moments oftentimes turn sour,
Reciprocating love in fits and starts.
Endearments may well fall on stony ground,
As happy days surrender to the moon,
And hard-edged days turn into coldest night
And love's sweet anthems fade and die too soon.
But underlying dark times flows a stream,
A constant certain current of belief.
True love will find a way into the light
And joy replace what once was felt as grief.
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