Love Is. . .
Love is like a riverSearching banks upon the shore,
Feeding hungry souls who live there,
Ever needing, wanting more.
The sun on snow-capped mountains,
Its countenance now changed,
Melts the ice to frigid waters,
Quenching thirsty souls it saves.
Love is like a fire,
Raging on all through the night,
Our chaff is burnt up in it,
So we may not suffer vice.
Love is a vibrant passion,
Like a moth drawn to the flame,
Casting care with sheer abandon,
Void of caution and refrain.
Love is an astute man,
Understanding perils old,
Leaving legacies for children,
In books that won't grow cold.
Love is like a baby,
Gently cradled, soft and fair,
When you cultivate his talents,
He will gain his equal share.
Love is an endless cycle,
Keeping life on earth sublime,
With melody adjoining,
Each rhythm to its rhyme.
Love is a wholesome virtue,
Sewn through seeds of prayer,
Indiscriminating landscapes,
Sprinkling water on them there.
Cast undeserved human kindness,
Like seedlings in a field,
When love shall rain upon them,
Wildflowers it shall yield!
Jacqueline Marie Applewhite
2005 Copyrighted
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