Children of the Heart's Love

Love
by Betty Baker Bailey

Such a simple word,
Often spoken . . . rarely heard.
Slickly off the lips it flows
Like perfume from a red, red rose.

Did you mean just what you said?
Or did some dream escape your head?
Do you think that you and I
Could make a couple if we try?

Or were you thinking of those times
When kissing frogs in nursery rhymes
Meant a happy life from that time on
With birds to wake you with the dawn?

Love. No such simple thing.
Much, much more than a golden ring.
It's life with all its twists and turnings;
Makes the heart near burst with yearnings.

And yet, with all the best of man
None can love as the Father can.
So, if it's love your heart still craves,
Look to the One who also saves.