Survival
A love so true,
So vivid,
So electric -
They dare
Not to
Speak of it -
The press
Would go
Apoplectic.
Oh where
Would their
True love
Survive
Out of blue?
In a bottle
On the ocean
Roughing wind's
Commotions?
The one thing
Garaunteed
Is the gift of
Eyes that see,
And hands
That hold
Invisibly.
So if love
Can survive
All that -
Under one hat -
A strong love
It is,
We can assure
You that!
poem by Harriet James
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