Of Love I Say

What of love?
Love be that of which we live,
Without it we are none.
Sorrow be the lacking
Of that we seek,
Hath sorrow ne'er come forth
Happy we would be.
True love is that; all we seek
Not jesting in idle play
Nor casual meets.
'tis from the heart
The soul,
Two, sharing and giving
Caring and needing of thine company
Bringing great joy.
To thee I say
What of love,
I love.

© G A Sparkes 1979