This Love
This love is rare to find, a pearl concealed in time’s vast sea,
Unlike all others known to earth, it bears eternity.
A love imbued with reverence, with laughter bright as dawn,
With joy that never withers, though countless days have gone.
It knows no dullness, no decay; each morning we devise
New ways to sweeten every hour beneath unchanging skies.
And still each daybreak greets us as the very first we met,
When eyes first locked and souls first knew what neither could forget.
I would not barter this for thrones, for gold, or fleeting fame;
It is the balm for ancient wounds, the quenching of the flame.
My heart, once marred and weathered, now lies polished, smooth, and clean,
Kept tender by a love so pure it sanctifies unseen.
If it is ordained, it shall endure; no tempest can undo
The sacred thread that bound your birth to mine, and mine to you.
Now I believe love is the union of two severed halves aligned,
And when the perfect portion meets its twin, the two are one design.
It fits as rivers fit their banks, as stars conform to night;
It joins with such accord that heaven seems to bless the rite.
This is the love I knelt to pray for in my quiet hours
A love resembling the Divine, for only God has powers
To manufacture such a grace, to weave such deep design.
Good love is rooted: honest, kind, and patient through the years,
It honors vows in shadowed nights and dries the other’s tears.
Deep love descends beneath the skin, to where the spirit dwells,
It reads the silence in your eyes, and in your sorrows tells
You are not alone. Sweet love is in the soft, unhurried things
A whispered name at midnight, the quiet joy it brings.
It seasons every common day with honey from above,
And makes of simple moments sacraments of touch and love.
True love is tested, yet remains; it does not bend to pride,
It chooses, stays, forgives, and lets no bitterness reside.
It is the mirror of the Maker’s heart, steadfast and refined.
This chemistry runs deep as wells the world has never known,
A covenant not forged by flesh, but by the Holy Throne.
This love is rare. This love is mine. This love is ours, alone.
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