A special poem for a special friend
Pleiades ~ 7-line stanza in which the first word of each line alliterates with the 1-word title
Before we can forgive the faults in others, we have to forgive the faults in ourselves.
And slowly it all made sense— Like puzzle pieces building up One piece at a time...
She has been gone a long time. Did he remember her? How will she know?
There is something about moonlight that engenders romance
Seldom have I seen a finer portrait of married love.
She knows how to make him a happy man.
Like day and night, the one defines the other, and yet they cannot coexist.
She holds the world in her hands, but does she have any idea how rich she is?