Beyond All

A movie ticket, so gray and worn,

A sad bouquet, pressed and forlorn.

A painted heart of a second’s bliss,

Whose memories lie within a kiss.

Holding hands for what seems like ages,

Writing notes on loves sweetened pages.

And patching up a tattered heart,

With present dreams that won’t depart.

Caring cares you’ve never seen,

For on new gates, your hopes may lean.

Taking chances you never took,

A chapter in a brand new book.

Now as with wings, your fears depart.

Giving to life, a brand new start.

Little things you do will say,

Love comes now in a special way.

With hopes that make you ten feet tall,

You dwell with love that is beyond all.

William Matt Mahoney