Timely Thoughts

I spend moments marveling
that you’re part of my life
questioning how and why this
miracle has happened.

I spend hours mourning
that you won’t always be my life
questioning how and why this
misery will happen.

I spend seconds musing
that you’re the joy of my life
not questioning how or why these
minutiae can be years.

Sylvia Edwards

Looking at Roses

Some say love is like a rose,
    but how can that be true?
The blooms fade and shatter;
    the thorns prick and scratch.
I don’t think love is guaranteed
    to crumble and come apart.

Love’s not fragile and delicate and
    not bound to fade after moments
    of glorious beauty and joy.
Love’s not to be discarded after
    the blossoms wither and droop.
Our love has not been a rose.

Our love has been buffed by time.
   polished by adversity, compressed by anguish
    into a multi-faceted, precious gem;
Our love radiates strength which glows
    with elegance and endures with brilliance.
We have a diamond, not a rose.

Sylvia Edwards