Love hath your Heart

Thou has no understanding of love,
A subtle craft it be not.
Love has no meaning dear,
If for its birth, never been fought.
Tears shed from gain and loss,
Bathed words whispered slight,
Two dancing alone in dark,
Hath romanticized the night.
And love plays no part in game,
No part in foolish lust.
Love hath the grace of God,
Weaved with eternal trust.
So know that when love appears,
It has but just one goal,
To take you to eternity,
In heart, and in soul.

©Rik Bertrand (NOV 2014 #27) love by the Grace of God,