The Victory Of Love

Little did I know that love had changed my heart;
that love had come creeping, quietly as time,
to plant new heart and make new man of me.
Love, like a tempest but soft as breezes blow;
Love, with hands so colossal yet so gentle;
softly surrounding me yet spreading from within
its branches of bright amber and leaves of purest gold
and all from the very smallest seed of a kiss.
Fools may think their hearts are well defended
against the guile and armoury of love
but then, as ever, love will find some entrance
though through the very narrowest of cracks
and then you’ll hear the happily defeated
cheer and praise the victory of love.