by Michael Plante

Sometimes love strikes like a lightening bolt
the passion vibrates the soul.
Two new lovers are born and set free
their bond is the binder of time
their love is a light for those in darkness.

Sometimes love is created
by two passionate artists.
Their canvass is life, their brushes forged in loneliness
their colors so bright it forces the darkness into oblivion.
Love created out of passion is like that.

Sometimes love is developed by a master,
hands that have crafted a lifetime of memories.
Now absent a life partner, yet still much more to give.
Loneliness is an empty rocking chair waiting to be filled
by a craftsman of the heart.

Love draws from life,
And life draws from love.
As I breathe life,
I too breathe love.