Wide Open Gates Poem by Patti Masterman

Truth goes deeper than some rhyme,
Love goes deeper than a valentine;
A love which rests its weary head,
When every other hope is dead.

A love which waits by heaven's gate,
And all things, anticipates
With eyes that see the worst of woes,
Yet straightaway to the loved one, go.

You’ll not find love in greeting cards,
Or a dozen roses, on the boulevard;
Love finds its lowly, bare estate
Beside the hearts wide open gates