Real Loves Enduring Foundation Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

A want, a need, a passing whim,
Builds love on ground that's weak and dim.
A looking glass, reflecting me,
Not you, not us, just what I see.

No feeling deep, no tender sigh,
Just shadows where true feelings lie.
A fleeting spark, it burns so bright,
Then fades away in lonely nights.

To pour your years, your very soul,
On shifting sands, beyond control.
A heart unlinked, a soul apart,
It is wasted time, a broken heart.

True love takes root, in kindness sown,
With understanding, truly known.
A shared embrace, a gentle touch,
Important for both, and means so much.