The Way of Love
Love knows not this:
how to be bitter or selfish,
or how to be the most cruel.
But this is love: to see
and to feel your beloved
through the depths and across miles.
Can anyone so feel my heart's burden?
it searches after you, my love,
you alone and forevermore.
To say that young love is foolish
is to say that love is entirely dead
and has never truly been.
For as the years pass,
do not the young grow old together?
So can we, my love, as well.
Do not the mature look back on life
and see all the days of their youth
and remember again its simple joys?
So make the most of the life and love;
its end may be quick, but pray it not
so as i may gaze upon you much longer.