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