Love

What is love, but an emotion,
so strong and so pure,
that nourish 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’s ceaseless flow?

What is love, but a victory,
a glorious goal achieve,
the union of two souls, two hearts
a bond the angels have instruct?

What is love, but a champion,
to cast the despot from his throne,
and raise the flag of truth and peace,
and fear of death overthrow?

What is love, but a beacon,
to lead the wayward heart,
a blazing light upon the shoals
that dash cherished dreams apart?

And what is love, but forever,
Perpetual and honest,
A flame that through wax and wane
will outlive life’s brief years?

So I’ll 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.