Above All, Love Poem by Sandra Feldman

Above all, Love,
And love again,
And to be loved,
With love, no end,
Oh poor are those,
That love has spared,
And never had,
That One that cared.

Above all, Love,
That Is, what counts,
For Life to bloom,
And dance around,
To feel the rhythm of the Sea,
Singing the sweetest melody,
And feel Life's Beauty, totally.

It is this Love that we do feel,
That makes us Human, makes us real,
Embedding us with happiness,
Giving to Life, the very best.