a slow surrender
letting go of lesser things
what is love but a slow
wandering in the same direction
whereby lovers find themselves
every so often at odds with one
another and realize at some point
along the way that it might just be
better to surrender to the
love they share with the other and
set loose the lesser things
This is a beautiful poem. It evokes emotions in mine own marriage. It is short and sweet, yet deep and bitter. Thank you for this gift, Christie; keep on crafting words into structured statements.