Poems
Your Love
Year after year together we have wandered
O’er life’s stern battlefield, in storm and shine;
Your love unfurled above me as a standard
To show the world I’m yours and you are mine.
Your love is my warm mantle when it freezes,
Your love to me is the bright sun on high,
Your love’s the fresh and ventilating breezes
Through heaven’s cloudless corridors that fly.
Your love is a majestic tree, outflinging
Protecting arms that make a canopy,
Where dreams of youth, like happy birds, are singing
To both of us love’s deathless melody.
We’ve climbed some steep hills, braved some stormy weather,
But still, aroon, your love made short the road,
And now we pray that we may be together
While climbing the remaining hills to God.