LOVE CONQUERS ALL

Love is many things.
It can hurt your soul
And make you bleed
Or make you soar on angels wings.
Make you cry with happiness
Or throb with heartfelt pain or passion;
It can make you sing with joy
At a child’s hard-won success
Then weep silently when they go away
Hidden tears, so not to spoil their going.
Love is kind.
It will not beg them stay.
It tosses and turns and cries all night
And in the morning still smiles.
Love holds its tongue when bursting to speak
And trusts its beloved to do what’s right.
Love may not wait forever
But is patient;
It has no place for envy
And will not boast however
It may be bursting with pride;
It will just smile
And keep the faith
And hold its joy tightly inside.
Love waits to see what each day brings –
Bears all sorrows
Hopes and believes the truth will be revealed.
Love is many things.