Love ..

Is it the face of a child

Is it the thrill of danger

Is it the kidness we see in the eyes of a stranger

Is is more than faith

Is is more than hope

Is is waiting for us at the end of our rope

I say, it's love

Is it the first summer storm

Is it the colors of fall

Is it having so little

And yet having it all

Is it one in a million

Is it a change to belong

Is it a veil or a cross

Is it the poet's gift

Is it the face that has launched over thousands of ships

Is it making you laugh

Is it letting you cry

Is it where we believe that we go when we die

Is it how you were made