A Gift Of Love
Love is a word that’s often bandied about;
without an awareness of what it means;
sometimes, a mere whisper; others, a shout;
but, ever so rarely, at all what it seems.
Love and like are words often conflated;
like is a comfortable physical role;
the depth of true love is often understated;
love is the connection to the soul.
People who love, share their own mind;
with one with a mutual attraction;
thoughts of the two, permantly aligned;
leads to a physical reaction.
Love is the great gift, that’s given to all;
like oxygen; we need it to live;
it was fully experienced, before man’s fall;
we’ve an abundant supply to give.
Love is the gift, most seldom unwrapped;
most of us take it for granted;
an oil well, which need not be tapped;
love grows; wherever it’s planted.
Many think love is only about receiving;
and feeling the exhilaration of love;
but, the deepest love comes from believing;
all are brothers and sisters, above.
Love is the gift; that’s given unwrapped;
an energy, flowing in circular air;
an energy source, that must be untapped;
to show those we love: we care.
Monty 12/25/22. # 1,393