The artwork of Nature is faultless --
Each sketch painted a perfect hue;
Yet, Love's ecstasy dims such pageantry,
O Love, all else pales next to you!
I don't deny Nature her hubris . . .
Let her flaunt her charms shamelessly;
But when Love's pure light is hidden from sight
I have to object - blamelessly
For when the years lavishly rendered
Tears and pain, (much to my dismay,)
I learned how to flee from Life's cruelty . . .
It was Love that showed me the way
As Time marches on I'm more conscious
Of my pending mortality;
But once I've set sail toward that holy grail,
Will Love be there to welcome me?
If by some chance Heaven does exist
After this world bids me adieu,
No joy would I find if you stayed behind,
Love, it would be Hell without you!