There is true love in this world
and I know it
Don’t cast off my words
just because I’m a poet
It’s there in a young girl’s eyes
There on a wing, when a blue bird flies
There in a couple who walk holding hands
There on a beach…
In a billion grains of sand
Love is alive…in smiling faces
There in God’s hands, as He offers graces
Sometimes lost but…you’ll still find traces
There in the beauty of far off places
You’ll find it in teardrops
On the street at bus stops
In little twig nests hidden in treetops
Might even find love, in a bow wrapped box
It’s heard in poetic metaphors
It’s there locked behind closed doors
Where lovers in romance’s throes
Captured in the light of firefly glows
There in the blades of grassy fields
There in the music of melodic peals
Heard by sirens on far away seas
Heard in the mystery of a silent breeze
Love is truth, it’s why we live
Love is the gift, all children give
It’s there in our hearts and every hand
Alive in a billion grains of sand*
Jon` B. Crenshaw
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