Fresh Start

The anger of her being

was swept by the

calamity of her love,

Her love for him.

She was refined

While he was not.

She was fine dined,

Of this... he only thought.

Yet their paths did cross

Or so we can tell.

For his love was no loss

But put her under a spell.

No matter the road,

No matter the resistance,

They willingly showed,

Love goes the distance.

We define true love

As the end of searching

But what if we saw it

As the newest beginning?

So here we are,

Shining with new love.

Like the brightest star,

Or the whitest dove.