Love, surely the best gift sent from heaven above
We will never out-live our need for love
Soft, warm contentment as the heart over-flows
Sweet is its sentiment, pure as the rose
Its color more brilliant then a summer sun-rise
Its light most resplendent in a loved ones eyes
Its shelter the comfort of arms that enfold
Its value unmeasured in silver and gold
Its pain more wrenching than a switch-blade knife
Its scars far-reaching to the end of a life
Its loss much greater than pen can tell
Its rejection a sad beginning of hell
Gift of salvation, God’s hope to man-kind
Beyond explanation, and oft gently blind
Tolerant, patient, faithful and true
Heaven’s song in three words, I love you
(last verse optional)
Love, a warm blanket when cold winds blow
Love, a sweet flower that blooms in the snow
Love gives me wings, makes me feel like I’m flying
Love laughs and sings, then tell me, why am I crying?
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Janet Martin
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