Another Love Poem

Such a pretty word is love,

Much used by many,

The meaning searched for always,

Understood by so few.

Perhaps it takes a lifetime

And maybe even longer,

But to understand love

Is the greatest quest we know.

To know love is to have known

The lack of love.

To understand love is to admit

Complete ignorance of it first.

Profound love, once discovered

Brings deep humility

For it is so precious

One must wonder

Can I be worthy of this?

Love exists in the tiniest

Details of life

And sometimes is most easily missed

In the most desperate of searches

And yet love is all around us

Even when we do not see.

The great mystery of love

And the even greater reality

Is we are made of love

Yet we cannot see.

So I must ask myself

What do I know of love?

And my stumbling answer

must always be

I only know this,

It lives and has its meaning

In your eyes.