The True Love

Love is in the air,
For you to share;
Of a feeling inside,
Will never subside.

It feels so grand,
Not to understand;
To come over you,
Giving a rosy view.

As a build up of joy,
Happiness employ;
Driving out the blues,
And negative views.

But maybe false heat,
A disguise in deceit;
Allowing you to trust,
Merely an earthly lust.

Only God is true love,
Flowing from above;
As He shares with all,
Believers who befall.

Richard Newton Sherrer

Copyright ©2006 Richard Newton Sherrer

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