GREENWOLFE 1962 - Love

There is not just one great love
For each as God has planned.
Who can say which manifest
Of it He may command?

The precious love of childhood,
So hallowed and so pure;
Can never be extinguished.
Like God, it shall endure.

The fortuned course of young love,
So fickle in its fate.
Sometimes to be abandoned
Before it can abate.

Orphaned love, developed late,
Is often bought at cost;
Bringing love to many hearts
Who've often loved and lost.

Aged love; in life's decline,
Is there to fill the holes,
Opened by the fates of life.
To solace lonely souls.

All such loves appear when due.
Most blessed with peace of mind.
Each are then, by those we love.
Accepted or declined.

GREENWOLFE 1962

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