Ah Love! I can recall the days
Of longing for a sideways glance,
And when she would return my gaze,
Then how my heart would dance!
I held her hand. I fell! I flew!
Which way was up? Why would I care?
Infatuation as it grew
Pursued me everywhere.
My mind would only think of her.
What else was there to think about?
Such…fondness? folly? feelings were
Delight, yet cause of doubt
That such a heart would constant prove,
For are such feelings really love?
Ah Love! I now have brighter days.
At midnight I hear her arise,
And to the bassinet she sways
To hush the baby’s cries.
For twelve years we’ve been married now,
And some would say the flame has died,
But Cupid’s funeral I’ll allow
If I can have my bride.
She sits to nurse and I can see
That love is in self-sacrifice.
She gives of her, I give of me,
And this is true love’s spice.
Thus does our love both live and move
Within its Source, the truest Love.
Ah Love! who were before all days
Enthroned on high, yet came down low
As man, us fallen men to raise
And blessings to bestow,
You said, “’Til death,” You breathed Your last,
For me You poured out all Your heart,
And now You ever hold me fast,
For death did not us part.
O Love, You grant me and my wife
To be a picture of Your grace,
To live the sacrificial life,
Until we reach that place
Of marriage feasting up above
And live with You, our Perfect Love.
