Pining
Ever missed that warming love,
That from honest heart comes?
It’s more assuring than all hopes,
Far sweeter than honey’s combs.
It’s such solacing truth amidst lies,
Heart-strengthening feel like none;
That renews sick worn-out sinew,
And resuscitates the injured man.
By rarest graces such love’s found,
Not by one’s painstaking searches,
It's not buyable with buck or pound;
It’s wholly divinely given from above.
Pining is the result when such love
Isn’t found among those around us,
Sobs ensue if such warmth’s lacked;
Losing love so true is bitterest curse!
Copyright © Hannington Mumo | Year Posted 2021
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