Query
What is the glue that binds the two
And makes them one in the Son?
What atmosphere throughout the year
Will mold their life as man and wife?
Love is the glue, the wonderful goo
That seals them so through weal and woe.
Love’s the perfume that fills the room
Of their life together whatever the weather.
Love is the bond to take them beyond
Their deepest griefs and cratered beliefs.
Love is . . . . the glue for the two,
the air for the pair,
the seal unto weal,
perfume for the room,
the bond for beyond.
Love is.
Copyright © David Shelburne | Year Posted 2016
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