An always love
that was
that ever goes
and returns
burns like eternal flames
the same
through challenge
and change
as strange as it may seem
yet believed
and breathed into possibility
like leaves
on fruit trees
from a juniper breeze
teasing the arms reach
of what-if’s
and might-be’s
and not-quite-now’s
but likely’s…

An always love
that always was
exactly that
an always does
exactly match

even when things
are different-ly.

-see

©2014 Cornelious “See” Flowers
-@seethepoet