What is love, but an emotion,
so strong and, so pure.
That nurtured and shared with another.
All tests it will endure?
What is love, but a force
to bring the mighty low
with the strength to shame the mountains
and halt time a ceaseless flow?
What is love, but a triumph
a glorious goal attained.
The union of two souls. Two hearts
a bond the angels have ordained?
What is love, but a champion
to cast the tyrant from his throne
and raise the flag of truth and peace
and fear, of death overthrown?
What is love, but a beacon
to guide the wayward heart
a blazing light upon the shoals
that dash cherished dreams apart?
And what is love, but forever
eternal and sincere.
A flame that through wax and wane
will out live life’s brief years?
So I will tell it on the mountaintops,
In all places high and low,
That love, for you is my reason to
be and will never break or bow.
2008By: Sharon Bailey
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