Sweet Balm poured on feet,
Wiped dry with Covering Fair,
Feeds Agape Love, 'Feast-Meat,'
Filling cup, as none other compare.
Intensity of Love
By Arley Steinhour 092212
When you love, with intensity,
Folks oft have propensity,
To think that their love is for self.
Forgeting to pass along,
That love with a happy song,
They'll cling to it, or place on a shelf.
A love that deep,
Can, never sleep,
It only can lift one up.
They must, be not afraid,
Of, how Love game is played,
Remembering the love they did sup.
Great Blessing, is Love,
When it comes from Above,
To nurture the best that one can.
Love lost, does display,
Other soul went away,
Cherish love left, like gold in a pan.
On that love 'building block,'
And, you walk in God's walk,
Even, more love may still come your way.
But, should it not come,
You still have your Plumb,
To remember, as a kiss, every day.
True Love, is being able to let go of the one you Love,
cherishing the time you had, as you hold it close, in