The Promise That Love Always Triumphs In The End Poem by RIC BASTASA

it has been a quite a time
sorrow was here
it has departed
i am glad

it did not leave
casualties here
in the road there is
a woman bathing

with sunshine
walking towards the park
on an early morning wind
meeting a friend

(could be a lover
the way he kissed her on
the lips

and held her hands
like a fragile
glass figurine
of a princess)

then the rain has put
a gentle shower
the rainbow shows
unexpectedly above

the poplar trees
poised in the beauty of
such a promise
that love always triumphs
whatever