Tell me of that special love
But not the love that we have read and known all these times.
Not just of romance, amor, te amo, and those pleasant rhymes,
Of where hearts flutter and words turn to poignant sighs,
As Romeos and Juliets from friends to lovers fly.
Tell me not of a love,
That tests each meeting in the fire of its own heartfelt desire ,
And listens little to the other one’s own inner fire.
That only hears the music playing from its heart’s lyre,
And when rejected, turns life into an inner morbid pyre.
Do not think of putting pedestals or trophies,
In hearts where only truth and respect should instead reign.
Love must to truth and trust hinge and remain,
Against falsehood and injustice raise its righteously angry head,
And be the voice into hell for those who cannot speak or tread.
Instead remind me that to love is not only to feel, but also to do.
The love that should move me to stand steadfast and prepare
To be the one in whom sacrifice and devotion is alive and aware.
Who seeks to only love, with no idea of reward
Beyond the truth that I follow the quest of the Higher Word.
For true love seeks only the other’s rest
From insecurity, anguish and loneliness.
The lover holds his beloved within a wholehearted rest,
Sufficient in the thought that together, they will venture far,
Secure knowing that their hearts are knit through peace and war.
Tough times will come, as they are oft to do.
Harsh words will flow, and hearts will hurt and heal.
But let not anger remain at day’s end, I appeal.
Hold fast instead to what is true and good,
Turning the hearts of lover and beloved into a sacred neighbourhood.
And should the pain turn so unbearably high,
May we not forget the paths we’ve trod.
Of the pebbles of love and trust built into our road.
If tempted to quit, let us instead stop and gaze behind
At the sweet miracle stories we have left for our generations to find.
So to the One for whom this missive is penned,
Tell me not of love in the lyrics of romantic vein.
Let us turn from that which seeks self-reward and inner pain,
And return to that hallowed path that seeks each other’s health and goodwill.
For that is true love, a many splendoured thing still.
“Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered,it keeps no record of wrongs.
Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails.” (1 Corinthians 13: 4–8a, NIV)