The Gift

August 31, 2002

The heart is a steady drumbeat
Ticking out the time of our lives
Waiting patiently, unknowingly
For the moment true love arrives

The heart is just a metronome
Swinging to and fro
Alone it has no idea
What wonders love has to bestow

The heart is a dumb machine
Born with us but without soul
It is a Very Useful Thing
But only love makes it whole

Love is a child
Twisting, turning
Reaching, yearning
Stretching, burning
Trying to outrun the sun
Love is the gift that you gave us
That will never be undone

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