Love is not love that ends with the grave

Nor is it covered with the scraps of the brave

Love is free as free as a bird

Overarching in our lives as the holy Word

It is true and lasts the test of life and death

Into eternity it will bring the latest breath

Love is not sweet kisses and lovers embrace

But the final state of the mind in a deep face

Of a black coal mine and full of gloom

Reaching down into the valleys of mortal doom

Unafraid of the madness all around

It sees the glimmer of glory hope underground

Under the sod, the green grass the blue sky

Love reaches out and finds the way

To be eternally free from the bonds that cloy

Binding the lonesome girl and lonely boy

One day to make the grade and find the overarch

Of heaven’s ringing bells and hells silent match

To beat the talk and bigoted night

Walking together into the light

That envelops all who embrace the true love

Given as a gift from the sky above…