All Things Are Founded On Love. Poem by Oleg Vorobyov

All things are founded on love.
All things…
All before it a-shrove,
and given it their vows.
From love springs tenderness of things:
so fine, so delicately cast.
From love stems ardor of the heart:
combusting feelings taking wings.
All words, all deeds, all thoughts, it's true,
owe love their lives - from it they start.
Love pushes all, propels and thrusts.
Love is invigorating dose
to keep all grow and accrue.
Love measures all in values full
to meter out all in faith.
Love doles out barrelfuls
of euphoria and good hap.
Love gaps all bridges, covers yawns
of deep-dug doubts and mistrust.
Love keeps all safe and forewarns
against ill favor and mischance.
Love's foundation, keep and core
as ever before…