The Work Of Love Poem by Leom The Author

Love is a labor shaped by hope and fire,
A daily forging of what hearts may be;
Not born from ease, nor granted by desire,
But raised by hands that fight to keep it free.

For joy will fade when comfort steals the throne,
And passion dims when left without a guide;
Yet love endures where sacrifice is sown,
And grows where selfless spirits choose to stride.

So let us hold the patience of the wise,
And act with haste when tenderness must lead;
For only those who see through honest eyes
Can give the soul the voice it longs to heed.

Thus modern hearts, though battered, may confess:
True love demands our all, no more, no less.

Leom