Who said Love is pretty?
Love is not a fragile flower
Or a delicate blossom
Love is a stubborn weed that refuses to be uprooted.
Love is not a silky, elegant fabric
It’s a stained and sturdy tarp
A rough and lowly burlap
Love is a rusty anchor
A moss-covered boulder
A weatherbeaten barn.
Love has been through
Waves
Trials and
Storms
And love will be there forever.
Love gets
Wrinkled
Burned and
Scarred
But love is too busy
Doing
Working and
Praying
To look into the mirror
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© Lisa M. Luciano 2020
Image by Bernhard Stärck from Pixabay