With love and all its gladness lent
Like gardens bent with flow’r
Where laughter’s sparkling element
Delights the common hour
...where summer is a state of mind
In spite of season's toll
Unraveling the ties that bind
The hunger of the soul
…where wonderment too rare for words
To phrase love's ways in full
Is coupled with life’s deepest hurts
And sorrow’s sacred pull
For with love’s fond and splendid bliss
Flows grief’s fine-mingled art
Dear, love is not a carefree kiss
Or for the faint of heart
Love is a holy happiness
For in its cup of cheer
Shimmers the bittersweet caress
Of its most tender tear
© Janet Martin
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