The MVC Literary Journal

Well, let it come, then. What are we to do?

Under which man's makings cannot endure
Let the great earthquakes come. What can they do

But shatter cities, leave unharmed the pure

Relationships kept, cannot be broken—
These stand stronger then the buildings possessed

By men; the material things they own;
Desire for more forgets the caress
And in my desire for more, I may
Lose sight of what is truly important.
Please don't ever let me forget the day
When I saw you again, like a portent

Of things to come. The smile on your face

Outshines the rising sun's beauty and grace.

Labels: 2007: Belles Lettres