What is love ?

Each morning as I wake,
A spark lifts me higher,
To a world in motion,
Where I come alive.


A power to move mountains,
Fills my field of vision,
And I strike out now,
To reward myself fully.


This energy I feel,
Is the fuel of life,
And it flows so freely,
Do you see as I do ?


From the manna from heaven,
And the rain on my face,
The smile from a stranger,
And a child rapt in laughter.


It's there in the birdsong,
And blown in the breeze,
The force of all nature,
Is a gift to us all.


So what do we call it ?
This permanent guardian,
That is always at work.
Why, it is LOVE...