Love's taken many forms for me:
My little sister's hand in mine,
her adult shoulder to cry on.
A handsome, green eyed young man
who now likes to disguise himself
as a nearing middle-age, graying father.
Three newborn baby boys, so tiny;
now parade as strapping young men.
I've caught a glimpse of Love,
it's ever changing forms and stories.
And I am grateful for how
Love's silken threads have carefully embroidered
the tapestry of this: my life.
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