Loving

Loving and giving

As one branch are meant

To grow in sweet harmony

Together or none with

Giving more

More than what you alone

Would hope to deserve

Is one sure symptom

Of blossoming love

Giving by language

Giving by touch

Giving by sacrifice

Is spending of love

The fruit of your tree

Will ne’er cease be full

If what’s being given

Is virtue of love

Needs come before yours

To yield for their sake

To live in the moment

To see God’s face

Fragile though fervent

Wild yet so tame

Blessed and blissful

The simplest phrase

“I love you”