Love, like a river, will cut a new path
whenever it meets an obstacle.
Love is like a mustard seed;
planted by God
and watered by men.
Love is strong yet delicate.
It can be broken.
To truly love is to understand this.
To be in love is to respect this.

The snow, so peaceful and serene,
caressed by the soft moonlight,
gave magical feelings to the night.

The soft blue glow,
the lovers’ words that then did flow,
their lips closer and closer
until, locked in the throes
of a passionate embrace,
he decided to express his feelings,
to keep her safe.

He whispered softly,
his words like music to her ears,
“I Love You,”
and her response the same,
heard like the gentle breeze,
“And I, love you, forever.”

That was the night they promised
to be together through everything,
each to care for the other when old and gray.
A lovers’ pact
the most likely to last.

There is only one happiness in life,
to love and be loved.
You know you are in love
when you see the world in her eyes,
and her eyes everywhere in the world.