What bolt can bar true love in fact
The trickling tears reveal the heart.
To selves belong the loveless ones;
To others the loving e'en to bones.
Soul is encased in frame of bone
To taste the life of love alone.
Love yields aspiration and thence
Friendship springs up in excellence.
The crowning joy of home life flows
From peaceful psychic love always.
"Love is virtue's friend" say know-not
It helps us against evil plots.
Justice bums the loveless form
Like solar blaze the boneless worm.
Life bereft of love is gloom
Can sapless tree in desert bloom?
Love is the heart which limbs must move,
Or vain the outer parts will prove.
The seat of life is love alone;
Or beings are but skin and bone.
LOVING KINDNESS
