Love Stood Apart
Some yearn for the return of friendlier times,
a time when innocence was valued:
and computers didn't run our lives.
But change is the catalyst for improvement:
and time is the crucible that creates change.
Unlike an unshaped tomorrow;
yesterday was molded into permanence
and, thus, unchangeable.
As 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,
conflicting feelings feel insignificant.
Yet, how we deal with them
shapes the way we choose to live.
Upon opening our eyes for the first time at birth,
we experienced a world filled with emotions;
like trust, fear, anger, love, and hope.
But love stood apart from the others,
penetrating reality's shadow;
and guiding our hearts toward our souls.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2022
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