The meaning of true love isn’t found in a book

Or explained in a word or a phrase.

It can’t be defined in a casual thought

Or explained in the simplest of ways.

Love gives only itself, it does not possess

Yet creates a bond strong and true.

Love does not demand, it stays young and free

Yet grows with you all your life through.

Love isn’t a fashion, a trend or a whim

That’s forgotten or just cast aside.

Love is constant, fulfilling your hopes and your dreams,

It doesn’t destroy or divide.

Love isn’t accusing, it does not condemn

And though some may say it is blind;

Love is trusting, forgiving and honest

Because it lives in the heart – not the mind.

Love is not bought or sold, it’s not borrowed

Or has a price you would willingly pay.

Love is a gift that can only be kept

As long as it’s given away.