Laboring
Through the trials
Of the day
And the weeping
Of the night—in
The quarry of life—
We hewed out
A stone of romance;
And chiseling away
Supercilious edges,
We sculpted
A love supreme…
Accepting and respecting
Our differences…
Embracing the beauty
Of the oneness shared:
A love supreme…
Indeed, no matter
Whatever the forecast
Or aftermath storming—
And their threatening
Turmoil—
We will always be
Survivors
In a love supreme:-
A love supreme…
A love supreme…
A love supreme…