Monday, March 31, 2008


LOVE reckons not by time–its May days of delight

Are swifter than the falling stars that pass beyond our sight.

Love reckons not by time–its moments of despair

Are years that march like prisoners, who drag the chains they wear.

Love counts not by the sun–it hath no night or day–

'Tis only light when love is near–'tis dark with love away.

Love hath no measurements of height, or depth, or space,

But yet within a little grave it oft hath found a place.

Love is its own best law–its wrongs seek no redress;

Love is forgiveness–and it only knoweth how to bless

Virna Sheard