There is a Love

There is a love that lingers long after the fragrance from roses is faded

This love echoes in the heart when ears no longer with love songs are serenaded,

It feeds the soul when fancy dinners are expunged with the candle’s light

When the bard’s full moon is gone it still shines with determined might,

It never rests till the garden with seed is sown

And gets up to mow the lawn,

It promises neither sun nor moon

But holds the head up in one hand and in the other holds medicine in a spoon,

Love is what remains when fluttering hearts beat again and sweet nothings evaporate

It is companionship that crowds out fear and hate,

It defies the poet’s verse and Hollywood’s folk lore

For it is not to be sung or played but lived forever more.