Love is but a sweet caress
A gentle touch upon thy breast
As flowers fresh in early Spring
Or baby birds as they take wing
Love will paint the roses hue
In vibrant colors graced with dew
As sunshine greets the morning sky
To kiss the fields of wheat and rye
Love is like the ocean's lure
Warm, embracing and secure
As Winter's clear or warmlit days
As misty mountains in the haze
Finally, love will test the soul
As minutes, days, then years unfold
A word of caution brings advice
True love requires sacrifice
Tamara Beryl Latham