This love.

by Lorraine Joubert

This love,

We're too scared to have.

This bond,

We declared sacred to keep.


This complicated love,

This uncomplicated bond,

Is ours now.

Tomorrow is far.


Please, my friend,

- Never in pain and distance -

Frown on these moments,

With bitterness and vain


These seeds,

may never  become trees,

to shelter our children's play

or even cover our graves,


But please,

Never declare them pests

or deny that we

planted them together.