The Wholesome Winsome Essence Of Love

If love does not transcend Both treasured time and space, It is not love... If love does not extend Someone some sweet embrace, It is not love... For love does not hold back Its daily measured tears, Nor cause another's lack To span across the years... Nor burden someone's heart, With promise unfulfilled, Nor seek a brand new start When all its dreams are killed... For love is more than life, More than each joy or curse, More than the daily strife That spoils this Universe... For if love were contained In all that we could know, Then love could be constrained And limited in flow... Yet I have seen true love, A mother for her child, A love to rise above All labour's pains reviled... Her husband at her side, Amazed at what was done, As he now looks with pride Upon their newborn son... Denis Martindale, copyright, October 2013.