I wish I knew the definition of Grace,
years ago, my sister defined passion,
it became less sexual
much more so the beauty of people
a regard for desire
an enhancement of what a person
might bring to our lives.
I haven’t a thought it be so far from Grace
we cannot appreciate its value
in the departure of passion,
and some aim toward
understanding,
that ability to know
such elegance in a woman, a man,
lover, friend, someone whose
eyes do tell a story we wish to continue to
hear, see, dream, anticipate
hold strong in that we come to believe.
I once held Grace to be the bond
brought me together with certain truth
once alive in my heart,
a directive toward my soul.
We do want to match up our lives in time,
imagine someone spectacular sublime.
© Scott F. Savage 5/2020
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