True love cannot be bought nor thrown away,

It is an essence with no measured parts

Though often praised in flowery words that say,

No greater joy exists than loving hearts—

Their esse aflame in heaven’s burning light

Shine as a beacon guiding souls who share

And sail life’s seas with purpose ever bright…

Crossing oceans of time to sacred shores.

Though tempests may assail upon that course,

The staunch belief that love and life prevail

O’er every circumstance where good or worse—

With spirited hope, the winds of love push sail…

And when fate casts them on that distant strand,

They’ll walk that golden shore yet hand in hand.