I was borne of love
as they took hold of each other’s hands as their vows were bound in gold as they grasped until white-knuckled.
I was tested by love
when I was met with narrowed eyes when my pleading lips fell on deaf ears when they barred my reaching arms.
I had avoided love
through iron-clad walls around me through cold, rough winds that numbed me through handmade masks that hid me.
I had lost to love
as it dragged me to the crowded floor as it chained me in my empty room as it slapped me with heavy hands.
I was looking for love
even when I held my head up high even when I took my hand away even when I kept the door shut.
I was humbled by love
for I had called it by a different name for I looked for it in the wrong place for I had yet to reach the thirteenth hour.
I have learned to live with love...