love finds its own direction
it doesn't need a path
the trail may look like wilderness
sometimes you'll go off track
but when the trek is over
and you see how far you've come
it may have taken days and weeks
before the journey's done
the times things came to easy
the times I wanted to restart
the times life interjected
the times with a broken heart
the times when it felt solid
the times it washed away
the time that it was perfect
the time is now, today
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
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