"Young love is from the earth, and late love is from heaven."..
Its a cycle, and a season, its a page yet to be turned
Like a journey started long ago, with a yearning to return
It rides upon an endless wind, thru time, and countless lands
Its the smallest seed when planted, yet will grow to something grand
It has patience, and resilience, with devotion at its core
Its a song that can remain unsung, with lyrics that implore
So adaptable and giving, it awaits a true embrace....
Like a beacon in the darkness, its a warm inviting place
Its a little slice of heaven, entrusted to our times
Like the laughter of the angels, the music of their chimes
And when you doubt it can be found, it comes right to your heart
Its the love that you chose long ago, before your life did start