The Garden Of Love

The Garden of Love is endlessly green,
And yields, many sumptuous, golden fruits.
Love transcends the four seasons' earthbound dreams
It is always fresh and vital; not blue
Like winter or immature like blithe spring.
It is clear, unlike summer's sultry haze,
And avoids autumn's stress on solemn things.
It soars beyond diurnal time where days
Oscillate between crude joys and sorrows
Although flashing epochs may span centuries.
For God, they're here today; gone tomorrow.
Yet Love is the delight of eternity.