Pink Pink Pink

Once in my life, breast cancer, I did not know. Which was lost, and what would be gained. I could not see, beyond her glow Faith and strength carried and remained. Unfinished things of her dreams come slow These were not to be lost, our love holds true Loss of her alluring game would not matter, I did say In life and love, she is stuck to me with glue She is more than any loss, which may take away. Pink in October shapes her autumn sky. More beautiful now she faces its lie. Sunshine wakes her in a moonlights lure. Fighting like a girl, she wins the war. Dancing as a woman she captures pink ardor. She is more than a woman, my lady, my love. Pink, pink, pink color beyond her despair, Trials and tribulations, rising glow, She has won her fight; in the pink, breast cancers beware.