Love is what you hold on to,
In the middle of the night,
The haven of truth,
The strength to walk through the horrors and the fright,
The beggar's wealth,
The humilated's pride,
The mute's tale,
The dead's life,
Love gives and inspires,
Longsuffering and perserverance,
The reason to walk through the fire,
Yet it is the reason the end is so significant,
Love is when you look for the amazing,
In spite of the pain,
And it's worth savoring,
Like the wonderful aroma after the rain,
The courage inside us all,
The reason we press on,
But what happens when we fall,
Will this great love simply fade away and be gone? |