by Dee Newman
Love is something for which all of us yearn.
It is complete, transcendent, pure and free,
A gift, demanding nothing in return
Bound not by any measure or degree.
Neither to be thanked, nor to be praised,
Love offers care, affection, and goodwill.
With no wish or need for them to be raised,
True love seeks only other’s cups to fill.
Though it’s immeasurable and endless,
Much like the light from the heavens above,
The source and sum of human happiness
Comes more from giving than receiving love.
So, when our feelings seem hurt and denied,
Is it love that bleeds or our wounded pride?