Gordon D Wilkinson

(Oxford - England)

Fates fickle hand


I have missed so many years of your life, but I know fate did not have us set to collide until it was ready

Most people place demands on relationships that are impossible,
making it impossible.

Love is but a moment in time, which only lovers can extend to fill their lives as long as they want it too

You have invited me in as I am, and that alone leaves me awestruck at times

Eventually you did collide with my heart

Love found its place amongst debris that was there

Sweeping away the dross, making a clean start in which to flourish

Fate has at last taken my hand and said now is the time

Submitted: Friday, April 09, 2010
Edited: Friday, April 09, 2010

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