The House Of Love Poem by Mark Heathcote

True love is a mirror.
What you see
is what you get.
And what you give-
is what you'll receive.

Opposites mirror one another,
Hate mirrors hate,
disappointment 
disillusionment.
And-true-love, love,
love honest—love in earnest.

Earth and sky are one.
One can never be two.
Two halves make one whole.
This journey centres us.
Like a fruit stone,
like a temple,
like the Taj Mahal.

The love we're sharing
is received
as our garden, as our home.
As our country, so gracious is
the house of love.