An Ocean Called Love
Love begins hot with passion’s fire;
nothing can cool love down;
wisdom is infused with love’s desire;
without love; life would drown.
Often, even love becomes routine;
sacrificing much of its mystery;
too many. regard love as a dream;
condemning their love to history.
Love is the Master’s greatest gift;
true love requires annointment;
whenever passions begin to shift;
love becomes disappointment.
In a perfect love; each is the quarry;
tho neither can become the prey;
a one sided love, makes both sorry;
leaving true love for another day.
Passion whispers; deceivers shout;
true love must always have depth;
shallowness, will be soon found out;
such love soon runs out of breath.
Consciousness is an energy ocean;
which constantly ebbs and flows;
righteousness is passion’s devotion;
for the righteous; love only grows.
Why is it that love ebbs and flows;
can’t it simply remain and dwell;
constant change is how love grows;
without it; love becomes hell.
Monty 12/19/24. # 2,521