WHAT DEFINES LOVE?

Love is more than a feeling you feel
When emotions get out of control
Or a rush of adrenaline 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.
Ben Pent

THE COLOR OF LOVE

I Look for a picture that life can express
The feeling of joy and sweet tenderness
Of Beautiful flowers so vibrant in Spring
 Is love the real color of these tender things?

The sun turns to yellow against the blue sky
The grass looks so green where the sheep daily lie
Have a boy and a girl holding hands in the park
Found the color of love in the depth of their heart?

The way of a man with a maid, Proverbs states
Is hidden in mystery where couples partake
When nuptial vows have been pledged before God
Does that color-love flow through life on earth's sod?  

I see Calvary's Hill on a blood-splattered Cross
Where forgiveness is granted in place of my loss
When I feel His compassion and fullness of grace
I find the bright color of love in His face!
B. Pent

I LOVE BLUE

I love blue and I love you
I bet you cannot guess just who?
The sky is blue, the ocean too
And thoughts of love are always true.

So why does blue affect me so
When other colors shine and glow
Is there some charm I fail to know?
Or is a rainbow just for show?

I know that some like red or green
And thoughts of love for them is seen
But they don't know the secret part
The color blue stirs in my heart.

So now, I guess, you want to know
Just why this color charms me so?
The secret lies in mystery’s hand
Perhaps one day you'll understand!
--B. Pent

THE PHANTOM OF VALENTINE

I saw you walk away one day
It seemed so subtle at the start
But I could see that in your eyes
A phantom-dream tugged at your heart.

While spring was young and innocent
We danced together in the rain
Time had so little meaning then
Did not that phantom call in vain?

But love built castles in the sand
No wave could wipe its memory clean
Except that through the setting sun
The phantom's shadow could be seen.

The winter's breeze began to blow
Its blazing embers once so bright
Refused the warmth of its embrace
And chose the phantom's foolish flight.

But dreams are never true to life
And phantoms only follow dreams
So lets wake up to life's new day
And drink from Love's eternal springs.
--B. Pent

LOVE'S MYSTERY

I do not understand the mystery of love
Nor do I claim to know what makes it bloom and grow.

Is love a Cupid's glance that sparks a gambler's chance?
Or is a touch to blame that sets the heart aflame?

Does marriage give a clue that seals a kiss for two?
Or is conjugal's embrace like soaring into space?

Love is more than simple words. Its actions form the frame
It gives without return and doesn't seek the same.

To really understand the mystery power of love
The spirit must embrace the fullness of God's grace.

It's through the death of Christ this priceless Gift was made
So sinful man could know His grace and peace below.

So if you really want to have this mystery love
Go to the One Who holds the key. He reigns above!

Then you will have a clearer view each day you live
Of mystery's grace so others know God's love below.
---B. Pent