Poetry

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© Bob Barra, 1-17-06

I have two friends, fair o’ face,
Sharp in wit, yet full of grace
Sans their choice, spirit sister ‘n’ brother
In their choice, love one another;

She is one of Latin fire,
He is tested by her ire;
He is one to jest in spirit;
Pokes her heart and sets to jeer it;

They have a love to stand against time;
By it I believe, He makes His rhyme;
And while life has its fit,
They stand together and love through it;

I’ve seen their torque and twist of heart;
As darkness seeks to tear apart,
For their love was meant to praise
Their source of love, God’s gracious rays;

Could it be the Lord would choose it,
To have a love not just for music,
But to use it to praise His name,
Together they would proclaim His fame?

I for one would rejoice
Their coming together, for it’s my choice;
I don’t think their love is hazy;
Even if they drive each other crazy;

So dear brother, concerning our sister;
While your romance is a twister,
I’ll rejoice when you’ve kissed her
At the alter, when you’re her mister.



Author's Note: This is about two very special friends, a brother and sister in the Lord, who have a special love relationship. They are both musicians; he plays guitar and sings, and she is a phenomenal singer. It can get pretty temptestuous for them, but I'm hoping they make it to the alter, if they don't keel over first.

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