She began as mine, an idea possibly absurd,
reality blurred with the utterance of but a word.
A reader traces a love line across my palm,
a path of passion stirred by three words.
Strength of emotion defines a clear course to
the altar where all heard her whisper two words.
Age and time refine the meaning of marriage —
mistakes, tests, forgiveness for harsh words.
A result of divine design, closer over time,
the sole inspiration for these awakened words.
For his Reverie Fourteen, Joseph Harker offers up another challenging prompt: the ghazal. A form I have never heard of (no real surprise there, with my limited knowledge, i have not heard of most of the forms he supplies) that offers multiple challenges, and challenge is good. Read Joseph’s post for all the info on the ghazal and give it a go. I shall at least say I tried.