joy faces me <br />two hands hold my <br />hand calloused <br />by sorrow <br /> <br />the past fades <br />your fingers <br />entwine with <br />my fingers <br /> <br />as we walk <br />to a distance <br />no word comes <br />to say to sing <br /> <br />there are trees <br />and palms and roses <br />there is a bright day <br />ahead of us <br /> <br />such a beautiful world <br />we affirm <br /> <br />love can triumph <br />in isolation<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-s-triumph-in-isolation/
