Prose. Words of beauty put together.
Words used to describe things of your world.
But what of beauty which words can’t describe?
The beauty and love deep inside?

For this you need the heart.
Feel the waves …
The flow of love that burns within the chest.
It lies in wait; it wants no rest.
But aches to be released and fly.
To spread ever outward ‘cross the sky.
“Oh, share me!” it does cry.

This gift isn’t meant to be kept inside.
It’s not something you should hide.
But share with those who need its heat.
This we can’t enough repeat.

Love is always there, but you should know
It’s there just waiting to bestow.
A choice you make, to guard or give.
In which manner will you live:
Holding back this gift you harbor
Or sharing it with heartfelt ardor?

Love thy neighbor as thyself.
In these words rests all your wealth.
For with this burning you do feel,
You possess the key to heal.

And on this gift can be no price
It’s treasure that can melt the ice
And warm the souls of all you touch
What other gift can do so much?