Love is more than a feeling you feel
When emotions get out of control
Or a rush of adrenalin mix
When one's passions take hold of the soul.
Love is more than a word that is thought
When a touch or a look is supplied
Or a warm fuzzy feeling that beckons
To build up your ego with pride.
Love does not grow in a vacuum
Its nature gives all without price.
Not like this world's selfish offer
That demands in return its own prize.
Love is a verb wrapped up as a Gift
It's a message of infinite worth
No one can selfishly hoard it away
It's the seed of God's priceless New Birth
So give it away to all who have need
Its a balm for the wounded in heart
Then like a spring in a desert you'll find
Rivers of Love that will never depart.
--B. Pent
2 comments:
Hello Mr. Pent!
GREAT poem! I really enjoyed it!
I'm sorry that I have not commented on your blog in such an awfully long time! I know you are always leaving comments on mine, and I feel bad that I don't return the favor as often!
I hope you are doing well!
Dwelling In Him, Tessa
I really like this:
"Love is a verb wrapped up as a Gift"
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