When we are babies love is simple It drifts down upon us from above. It is where we first learn of comfort of affection… of tenderness… and love. As we grow a little older love becomes more complicated It’s not as easy to read It often surprises us It can make us happy, It can make us blush… or cry or bleed. Love can make us angry at times it can make us forget It can be confusing and bewildering as we grow older yet. But there comes a time if we are lucky when we cherish love…as art a time when we can sit in silence an read another person’s heart. When we marvel at the distances In life that love has brought us… and we smile at the lessons along the way that she has taught us. We come full circle to a time when love again is simple when it drifts down upon us from above Where it’s up to us to share the comfort the affection and the tenderness… of love.