The Wholesome Winsome Essence Of Love Poem by Denis Martindale

If love does not transcend
Both treasured time and space,
It is not love...
If love does not extend
Someone some sweet embrace,
It is not love...

For love does not hold back
Its daily measured tears,
Nor cause another's lack
To span across the years...
Nor burden someone's heart,
With promise unfulfilled,
Nor seek a brand new start
When all its dreams are killed...

For love is more than life,
More than each joy or curse,
More than the daily strife
That spoils this Universe...
For if love were contained
In all that we could know,
Then love could be constrained
And limited in flow...

Yet I have seen true love,
A mother for her child,
A love to rise above
All labour's pains reviled...
Her husband at her side,
Amazed at what was done,
As he now looks with pride
Upon their newborn son...


Denis Martindale, copyright, October 2013.