The Bearer of Love

The bearer of good news knows the joy of its thrill
The bearer of sorrow knows tears
But the bearer of love knows the depth of them both
In its highs and lows through the years
For love is the bearer of sunshine’s sweet kiss
The laughter of blooms in the spring
But in its good measure I would be remiss
Not to speak of the pain it can bring
For the deeper the comfort and pleasure of love
The deeper the anguish it holds
The deeper the root the deeper the tug
As its leaves turn from green to gold

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Janet Martin