Love 

A dark and lonely place when never received

Heartbreaking and vengeful when given only to deceive

But glorious and wonderful when one responds

With an out stretched hand, a smile and a hug, all given freely in the name of Love

A Grandson giggles, and the old cat begins to purr

The dog rubs against your leg as you stroke her fur

We all curry its favor and surrender to its spell, whether it endures, only patience will tell.

Mankind cannot buy or sell, borrow or steal, for Love is a mysterious gift one has only to feel.

r Vandivier -Author