How does one capture true love from
another heart that carries a frown that
hides their emotions from the world?
Or, how does one escape true love
and move within their own world not
concerned with the love of another?
Is life complete as one remains a single
shade on the painter’s pallet that drips as
paint does from the end of the brush?
Simple conclusion - it is acceptable for one
to remain alone, content with life’s path
and teachings of the world and her rules
as the heart accepts today...
with a solitary smile!
- Rhoda Galgiani