What is Love?

What is love? Can it be soft?

Like raindrops on the window loft?

A murmured word to soothe the pain,

A glimpse of daylight's regal mane?

Kisses on eyes closed in sleep

Or lullabies at midnight's peak?


Or must love be strong and brave?

Prepared to serve, prepared to save?

Like a reddened sword lifted high;

A banner streaming in the sky?

A grave filled with one who lost,

Bearing in love, another's cross.


Or can love both be soft and brave

—A love prepared to greet the grave,

Willing to cry another's tears,

Or bear in part another's fears.

Yes, I'm certain both are well

To fit the nature none can tell,

For love is still a mystery,

Unsolved throughout all history.