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The Question What do you mean by “love”? Asked the scripture man. Love's the sparkling eyes, The radiance of unknown glitter, The happiest of happy smiles, The mixing of patter-pitter. Love's the ardent feeling That compels you to letting know you care; Love, sometimes sentimentally foolish, But ever the most precious of gifts to share. Moments of time go by Bearing witness to each love-filled event; Love is when the father honors the son, When the lady accepts the gent; When nature sends a rainbow Amidst the surging majestic cloud, As with the cry of a newborn first heard And the mother's pledge To love forever is vowed. And the scripture man said, “Will faith bring me love, Or must change I undergo?” “When the time comes,” He answered, “Verily, both you and I will know.” The chemistry of love Cannot be fully explained; A seed is sown, Nurtured with trust and pain And the flower blooms. Let love enter on stage For all the world to see; Care for it and prune it well, And happiness will forever be. © Jaymista 2001 |