Love Stood Apart
Some yearn for the return of friendlier times,
when innocence was valued
and technology didn't run our lives.
But change is the catalyst for improvement;
and time is the crucible
that creates change.
Unlike tomorrow's,
yesterdays are woven into permanence
and, thus, unchangeable.
Memories sweeten with age;
images of youth, retrieved from fond thoughts,
are brought to the forefront of our minds.
Life is a series of memories,
and though they're not always joyful,
they are, nonetheless, welcomed.
Unlike the emotions they evoke,
trivial acts are insignificant.
Yet, how we deal with them
shapes the way we choose to live.
When we opened our eyes for the first time
we saw a world filled with emotions,
like trust, fear, anger, and hope.
But love stood apart from the others,
penetrating reality's shadow
with its light; it illuminated our hearts
and guided us toward the future.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2022
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