Even Love Can Move Mountains

A poem for my wife’s birthday.

At the height of the lot, wind blows,
Your hair glistening through song and dance
Something about you caught my eye,
Leaves and debris begin to prance.

There’s a special feel to your soft glow,
A serene feeling with warm smile
The setting of which you perceive things,
Make love all more worth while.

At the steep of the mound, gales enrage,
Hair flailing and thrashing side to side,
An eerie feel to whom I love
Trash accumulating a mile wide.

Choose to Love all the time.
Your perception of life reflects your mood
Even love can move mountains.
The worst fights in life can be subdued.