Beautified

The beauty of life is that it is flawed.
Perfection eroded away to become,
A distinct and perfect fit.
Loose blossoms fall,
Giving glorious hue to the carpet they make.

Oh-marred may be the beauty be.
A promise of completion
-A hope that is always looming.
All are made single,
So they can be be two.
Love comes to us in pieces,
So it can become a whole.

Oh-Joyous tenor sing
Of mighty roaring seas,
Of blessed beating hearts,
And a hope of what may be...

Splendor.

April 03/08