Fragile as love is, it’ll surpass great strain,
Tough times will test it over, and again.
Love, meant to be, is strength none can surpass;
As tender as it is, it’s tough as brass.

An act of love, may not be seen by eye,
But does it matter, floating in the sky?
Each effort spent for love will plant a seed;
Each of these seeds will blossom, yes indeed.

Each effort spent in love is not in vain,
Even if love is lost – your soul will gain.
Each moment, spent in love, will show you more,
Of beauty never seen elsewhere before.

Yet take good care – although it’s tough as brass,
It’s also as fragile as vase of glass.

       Paul Pinkhasik, August 10, 2024

       illustrations from internet

       and DALL-E