What of sweet love here not by beauty borne
For still it moves those souls that cannot see,
And does not sight too oft bring beauty scorn
When vision such is tinged with jealousy?
We often hear as truth that love is blind
Or yet here too, it strikes us at first sight,
Yet words as such confound, since we may find
‘Tis truth that lends all beauty purest light.
Love visits not by beauty’s wain alone
And when she come, she steps into the heart;
Her grace, as such, by every sense bestowed,
Those seen and yet unseen, do love impart.
How love arrives is often never clear,
Yet when ensconced in hearts, is ever dear.
© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.
