THE MYSTERY OF LOVE

It's Origen is of old
It brings light to the soul
It warms the heart 
Its where life starts.
It knows no bounds
It wears no frowns 
It is the enemy of fear 
And it's always near.
It's a warm place in winter
The new life of spring 
The freshness of the morning 
The songs that angles sing.
It seeks not it's own 
It never leaves you alone 
It's a blessing from above 
The mystery of love.
By 
Wilford Barker Sr.