The gift of true love is more precious
Than all the gracious gifts we could share.
To have all the gifts without the love
Would merely be to receive these alone,
As the temporary treasures of this world.
There could be no greater blessing
Than to receive gifts from the one you love
And who, in turn, loves you...
That is where true happiness grows...
Because it comes from what has already begun...
And what was meant to be...
Denis Martindale 10th of October 2019.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem