Love is an ever-fleeting vessel. br Upon transient waves of time br Does’t heave and sway, without steady rhyme, br From ourselves, as we wrestle br It’s torrent after-wake in attempts br To hold-fast this golden chalice- br Which out of flows our joys and malice. br br At times this vessel, Love, holds at bay, br As an enticement of things to come. br Yet, as things add to a perfect sum, br Winds o’ Chance waft our ship away. br Touch splintered, we were ever so close. br Weak and marred we feel, as distance br Is placed between our ship and hap stance. br br br But it is here, in watery tread, br That we must differentiate br Ourselves from others and again date. br With effort made, we’ll pull ahead br When we finally with full embrace, br Grasp Love -deep look into the eyes br Of truest soul mate- sail unknown skies.br br Robert L.