You paint your love
with a hue more like a shade
where gray is the ground
that holds my faith
far are your visions…of us
that no assurance can be found
everyday struggles for itself
I leave my fate to fate
If you are meant for me
Then we are meant to be
written 2/16/04
This poem comes to me at a time when fate has played a very big role in my life. I was totally enthralled and almost shocked at how much each line there made perfect sense. No bigger poetry than experience, huh. Very well written with perfect and crystal clear sense. I enjoyed it. Thanks for sharing.