Will it last forever or once again
Be lost through another’s pain?
Will this love gain eternal ascendance?
Or will it be a passing attendance?
Dissolved forever once I’ve left the presence.
Will it speak forth and surround those
Who are yet to come?
Will it envelop them in a peace felt close
And call them home?
Love softly whispers to me
In your first sadness
Even before you could feel
I waited with you.
I always thought that I did not belong
To any love: it knew me before : I was wrong.
Andrew James Whalan 