Mending Fences

I crept along the winding fence,
Just searching for a weakened post,
Or failing wire. With no pretense
Your love is what I needed most.

I searched among the tangled vines,
In hope to find a loosened nail;
That I might enter then to find,
You'd searched for me to no avail.

But when I heard your hearts reply,
It caught me by surprise to find;
That you had searched as hard as I,
For some last hope of love divine.

                SDFondren @copyright1996 
                          Published in The Advocate, NY,NY