Poetry

In this world where there is constant decay,
we mortals search for an immortal thing
while illness and age sweeps life away
as if in science it’s somewhere hiding
 
and yet as something we cannot measure,
the immaterial thing called love
we at times find as our greatest treasure
which when it’s true nothing can remove
 
or even its great power totally subdue
and today with your hand in mine
when we are together and I glance at you
we have found something divine
 
and have both never felt just like this,
in the depth of your heart it is.