Love

Who can describe a love so pure?

That after death will still endure

It eats your heart, your soul, your life

It sickens you, yet it’s your cure

Can life be measured by balances

By happiness, or instances

Losses, gains, health, or wealth

By remarkable offers or chances?

I believe love is the only measure

It is your sadness or your pleasure

It is your hope, reason, and goal

It is your faith, family, and treasure