Love's Importance

I once was questioned by a man Why each time when I lifted my pen I always seemed to write of love Whenever a new poem I would begin Love, love, love, he shook his head Much better you would surely be If you wrote without using that word Letting its spirit inwardly creep Choosing carefully before I answered Asking the spirit for the words to say I simply said I am moved daily to write About His amazing love with my praise My faith I replied is also a real reason I choose to embrace love within so near And with its energy I know when I do I will keep His Spirits presence near But most of all by sharing loves beauty I will resemble what He gives the best And each day I will lead a joyful life As part of His pure love which never rests.