The Great Mystery

What is love?

It is the sun that caresses, that warms and comforts
The cold and desolate with its bright rays of hope

It is the fire that grows with every minute, with every fuel you give it;
It rages and devours, spewing its flames of ire and desire

It is the endless water: the source of all life, of all chance,
That courses slowly and steadily, patient and unceasing, through Mother Earth’s veins

It is the freezing bite of the rank winter air
As it passes uncaring over the lonely barren glacier

It is the rose, so beautiful, so sweet and serene,
Yet even it harbors thorns unseen

It is the gold, so sought and treasured
Leading every man to success or failure,
Sacrifice or murder,
Prosperity or decadence,
Life or death

It is the starry night sky,
Vast and unending,
Unknown and enigmatic,
Forever holding secrets untapped

It is the bright eyes of the child as he rushes into his father’s arms every day
It is the embrace of friends, offering comfort in times of sorrow
It is the sweet words of passion whispered between the two lovers under the moonlit sky
It is the grasp of the soldier as he helps his fallen comrade away from harm
It is the rings slipped into the fingers and the sweet kiss of the couple as they make their everlasting vows
It is the soothing words of the mother as she tucks her child into bed and away from harm
It is the silence of the old man, his hands locked with hers, as she gasps her last breaths

It is the uniter, the divider,
The inspirer, the destroyer,

Of money, of power
Of family, of friends
Of country, of people
Of that someone somewhere

It is everything and nothing
It is everywhere and nowhere

So what is love?

Lucky are the few who know it
More blessed are those who have it