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The Colors of Love
Love: reminded me of so many pictures
of my old and tattered photo album.
Some grey, some full of vivid hues.
Some portraits, some landscapes,
some plain, some showing mountain tops,
peaks that are high, others are low,
the nadir and zenith of our love.
Yet as we both trudged throughout
our long, long years, we held our hands,
faced all the types of weather that came our way.
For even the weather had its greys and hues;
but if clouds overhead did encroach
we never forgot their silver lining.
And from above a ray of hope always shone.
He guided us truly as He always promised.
And arm in arm we went on our way.
Copyright ©
Victor Buhagiar
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