Love Turns Mere Water Into Wine
Love turns mere water into wine
and earthly things become divine.
It swallows hurt and hatred up
and sweetens every bitter cup.
Love satisfies the deepest thirst
and always puts its' loved one first.
It does not hurt, but seeks to please
and even loves its enemies.
Love ascends the steepest hill
Tuesday, September 29, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: love