What is our Love?

“A love, but for one who hath not to love
A heart like morning what has to break
And morning’s light, that gets the dove to wake
What not for love to be free as such is the dove

As she descends from the heavens above
A dove when she soars by a tranquil lake
Or when a nest of branches she’ll make
A dove of gleaming white is as our love”

“Must thee compare our love to doves, which in fact will fade?
Why not to endless timeless things, such as the ocean’s tide
Or boundless, flawless, hurtless things such as the open sky?”

“But not the dove a thing of grace and beauty to one’s eye?”
“Yes of beauty, but what is love for such beauty does thee find?
For love is not of beauty and grace, it’s in our hearts and minds”