Magnolia

The only thing some have in common is loves.
The mere transitive power of turtledoves.

All I know about you, is that you love true.
How else could you love another, as I do.

So, you, are granted a measure of my soul.
For, you love someone who is part of my whole.

They have earned their love beyond just bonded blood.
They stuck around with sandbags in every flood.

Yet, you are brand new with your grit untested.
Probationary love keeps hearts arrested.

So, you just hang in there, kid, you’re doing great!
These years…in their passing; will see us relate.