Emeline Pennock Morris
True love is magic, eternal never unkind
and seems to flow freely from an unselfish mind.
It's walking an extra mile in your brother's shoes,
with a warmth and understanding that chases the blues.
It suffers so long never thinking of self,
with a special grace that puts grief on the shelf.
Never puffed up, just filled with sweetness and light,
with an inner beauty making commonplace all right.
This love alone, can cause sad hearts to sing,