Of Love

Of the things I deeply love,
I fear, there are but very few.
Counting on my one hand
I find this to be true.

My two children stand,
Though sadly far away,
So clearly in my mind
That love is sent each day.

One other stands clearly
Warms and wakes my heart.
Picks me up and holds me.
Takes my fears appart.

Once there was another
But she has died with time.
Yet my love is with her
Living in my mind.

Soon I may leave them.
As hope turns out and fades.
Such grief I feel here knowing
That inner tears cascade.

My love has a reason.
It lives though I dispair.
It seems to be unchanging.
Goes with me everywhere.



John 3rd May 2007