A baby for an hour
Or a spouse for life
When it ends—it was never enough.
There’s never enough time for love
Love is too big, to fit into time
It’s eternal—never fails, never ends
Love can’t be boxed in a time-casket
It spreads wings and flies beyond the grave
Love in its purest
Love at its best
So if we have loved…truly loved
We have tasted and touched the very presence of God
We have grasped the Eternal
And when love wearing skin takes wing—from time to eternal—the memory leaks, from eyes to cheeks.
And the part that hurts, the heart that yearns—for one more touch, one more kiss, one more word—is the part that never ends, but mends; never forgets, but grows strong, rooted in the fertile soil of Love.
And then, from the deepest part of our heart—where Love resides—in the dark, we see a glimmer of Light, in despair we find a sliver of Hope, and even though eyes may water and lips may quiver…we smile.
Knowing—not always feeling, but always knowing—His Love that will never leave, never fail, never end…is our happily ever-after.