(Written for a Valentine’s day compilation)
A touch of magic in earthbound place, a thread of the divine,
Colour tints the monochrome, the best in man refines.
From ashes strewn upon the mud of squandered, wretched life
It kindles flame, and warmth, and joy; it brings an end to strife.
Most precious jewel in darkest cave, oft wrought in giant’s press,
It holds its shape neath life’s foul blows and sparkles none the less.
Of all the things we find in life of value and of worth,
Love is the brightest, finest thing to which we can give birth.