Beautiful heart
you pick through
the wreckage
of everyone else's
garbage and leakage
to find, like you,
unique as gold
in this vast wasteland,
who would have known...

Pardon my asking,
but how did you know
when to set down here
and look for love so?
I think an angel
sits in your ear
must be for the
likes of you to come here.

Beautiful start,
I'm feeling through
baggage
that everyone's left you
and despite the carnage
this world has dumped well
on you and on us,
God has shown smiles
with
strokes of your love..

copyright 2007 Rose Loya