Once upon a time, love met hate
It was on an arranged blind date
Those with open hearts
Hoping for some fresh starts
Convinced that if hate could hear more from love
Thinking a change might happen; well….sort of!
And love, though reluctant, would listen to hate
And maybe hate might deviate
From previously held false notions
And misplaced devotions
Hate would mostly not be moved
And soon enough self-excused
But love believes they will meet again
Though love does not yet know when
But love believes in its own power
And grows stronger by the hour
Love has pledged to never quit
And every day will recommit
Till we all can join hands and embrace
With a smile on every face
Feeling loved, every one
And all that is under the sun
Yes, it can be and it will!
Because every one of us has the skill!
debora gordon 