never could opened box unlatch
turn golden key to get a match
the key to your heart attach

but never is so far to wait
and forlorn love, a forlorn fate
to be your lover, be your mate

love is no friend miscast
reliving in tomorrow's past
today's future is at last

the growth of love always yearns
and takes some unexpected turns
but what is seeked desire earns

then I tomorrow always know
what we reap is what we sow
humans' love as quid pro quo

another's love and frailties accept
and lasting love forever kept
this tightrope line we walk adept

'til higher calling in the end
today's existance beyond transcend
to end life's lines a poem penned

© agoodguy2have 2010-08-31