Love is as close as you choose it to be
In the beginning there was Love,
And when it comes to the end Love will be there
In all its glory, with forgiveness by its side.
And Hate will find no existence in even a single memory.
It is only in the middle years that we might think Love lost,
Never to return.
Oh how foolish are those who disregard Love when it comes calling,
To brighten their days.
And give their hearts a less blackened appearance.
Copyright © David Smith | Year Posted 2018