Love is a problem and a solution

An ever-rolling ball of tears and joy

Nor can it be ordered to conclusion

The fates were always glib, teasing and coy

Tears created streams, smiles soared up the stars

We are much more than subtle remembrance

The vividness of life’s tranche filled memoirs

Frames of wood, steel and gold square our presence

Death is but a wisp of cloud passing through

In it, love is present, a history

Wax analepses, and ripple up dates

Blow ashes off life’s skein that was blurry

Once a vague lore, now it celebrates

Answers that life was missing all along

With love’s presence, our memory is strong

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