The Beauty of Love

True love is giving of one’s self with the pureness of heart.

It owns no shame; it holds no hate, it is born of God at the very start.

It’s the warmth of an embrace after a long and weary day at work.

It is the gentle touch on one’s face; the gentle smile which shuns past demon’s which often times of a singular mind doth flirt.

Oh cry the night in which evil tries to destroy the beauty of pure love.

Part now the clouds of darkness and let the sun always warm the heart from above.

To whom much is given, much is therefore and forever required.

For the beauty of love kisses the heart’s desire.

Pray tell, how can one with mere words express the simplicity of a gentle hug?

The smell of her hair, oh the softness of her hand on ones face brims with love.

My God is good, my love for Jan is as it should and always in the eyes of God be.

PURE, UNSELFISH, and always giving the way God meant it to be.

J. Allen Wilson © 1/27/2013