true love is a coat of many colors

red as flash and flush of beginning

gladdest green when cultivated and grown

turning all hues of blue in faithfulness

gilding golden with each new morning following storms

not always the color of roses

graying like my hair

bleak and black when bearing sorrow

silvered patina as a lasting choice

not one color, but many

not even patchwork

but a crazy quilt of peacework

every piece unique in shape

pierced and scarred with stitches