So what

There are no shortcuts
           no feigning paradise
nothing comes from nothing
           neither are there
accidental roses
           or transient loves

against the frost
           there is the warmth
the light in her eyes
           affirmation in her kindness
life is deliberate
           even though we struggle
to attain perfection
           such as it exists in this world

life is a knowledge
           an accumulation
a construct
           and nobody is free
from error
           all are beholden
to forgiveness
           the gloss on our actions
soon wears thin
           but love endures
as the rose is paragon
           be steadfast
life is a visitation
           a discovering
a walk in the park
           keep your wits about you
and never forget her
           nor let her forget you

John Lyons