True love is magic, eternal never unkind <br /> and seems to flow freely from an unselfish mind. <br /> It's walking an extra mile in your brother's shoes, <br /> with a warmth and understanding that chases the blues. <br /> It suffers so long never thinking of self, <br /> with a special grace that puts grief on the shelf. <br /> Never puffed up, just filled with sweetness and light, <br /> with an inner beauty making commonplace all right. <br /> This love alone, can cause sad hearts to sing, <br /> with a song forever new as Spring. <br /> This love brings such lovely things our way, <br /> for stepping stones to a brighter day. <br /> Magic love sends forth these wondrous things, <br /> that far surpass even butterfly wings. <br /> It can not be bought, and like truth it's free, <br /> and magical true love lasts eternally.<br /><br />Emeline Pennock Morris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-eternal-2/
