Emeline Pennock Morris
Love Eternal - Poem by 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,
with a song forever new as Spring.
This love brings such lovely things our way,
for stepping stones to a brighter day.
Magic love sends forth these wondrous things,
that far surpass even butterfly wings.
It can not be bought, and like truth it's free,
and magical true love lasts eternally.
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