A 'Sweet Love' Song

Happy Day-After-Valentine's Day This poem was started on Mondaythen, although I got up at six and went to bed at almost midnightI did not get an opportunity to finish it on Valentine's Day(as planned/hoped for on Monday!) However, it was a day full of love, first childcare (including heart-puppet-creating and puppet-shows) some eager helping... ...then going to look after my grandchildren in the eveningso their parents could have an extremely rare night out! (photo above sent as a Happy Valentine's Day greeting yesterday morning courtesy of their mom) Jim and I talked a few times yesterday but never about Valentine's Day!When I got home last night I found this little reminder that he remembered, on my side of the bed.(A bathrobe belt and leather belt heart😆💕😘) He passed through the house while I was gone, for supper, a shower and fresh food and laundry supplies for the road. (all packed and ready to go because that's how we've done it for almost 35 years)It's not fancy, but it works. (we've lived both these songs💕) When we starting keeping score in marriage we are headed for disaster, right?! Below, a sacred 'salute' to love! 💝 You teach me how to dance and sing,To fall, to feast on tearsYou preach from pulpits shimmeringWith verge of yesteryearsYou hold me close and charm meWith the friendship of helloAnd with kisses disarm meWhile I learn how to let go You startle me with happinessToo fragile for ink-fontFrom heart-shaped aftermath you pressWisdom mingled with wantYou haunt me with a presenceHalf stranger, half familyAnd taunt me with an essenceOf familiarity You make life worth the livingWhile accumulating scarsWhere lessons of forgivingHone heart-shores with salty starsYou help me survive seasons(not winter-spring-summer-fall)By losing count of reasonsFor the wonder of it all You make sacred, the laughterWith sorrow for what is notAnd drain to ever-afterSparkles touched but never caughtYou keep me humbly greedyFor more of Never EnoughOf learning to be needyWhen it comes to you, sweet love You tune me to the GiverOf each good and perfect GiftTo Him, glory foreverHis love does not wane or shiftBut grants to every hourMercy; kind, longsufferingFor He is love; his powerTeaches me to dance and sing © Janet Martin 1 Cor.13:13And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.