What is love but a gift
of times
It comes and along it
grinds
All the suppressed joys
And opens all the
hidden ways
What is love but a test
sublime
It puts on trial all
your guts
All that you fear and
hold dear
Amidst all the fright
it turns you braver
What is love but a
mirror
To your truer self
That hitherto lay
hidden mere
And harnesses your
strength for sure
What is love but a
memory
A picture, a trusted
story
A climb, a fall into
glory
Till it stays it
touches all and sundry
