House of Heart

Love is an endless path where

we are lost among rosy thorns

uncharted misty maps we navigate

though it may bring tears

Treasured like the sweetest memories

that flash like stills in our minds

Held closely like faded

photographs of an amber autumn that we

fear will never come again

fleeting as the frozen breath of a

Bowhead or the flicker of Robin wings

among the Pines

Love is the red rose thriving in snow

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