True Love Oft Eludes Our Grasp Poem by Brett White

True love oft eludes our grasp,
Cold air only where our hands hath claps't,
Left alone, alone at last,
With nothing but mem'ries of the past.

But lessons are ne'er learn'd in Vain,
They teach us how to release the Pain,
Of yesterdays- held in our brain...
Lessons of Love are ne'er learn'd in Vain.

They teach us to enjoy each moment-
Alive, like 'twere Heaven-sent,
And each breath as 'twere Heaven-lent,
To inspire us in our Spiritual Ascent.

So cry not for lost days gone by,
Nor at the Rain Clouds in the Sky;
Because our days, our days they fly,
And ne'er do they ask the reasons why.