Are you the keeper of love,
Or the giver who lets it roam?
How many hues of love have touched
The quiet chambers of your soul?
When your heart keeps time with music,
When your eyes trace rivers as they glide,
In the gentle grace of children’s touch,
In a sweet pet running by your side,
In butterflies that teach us how to rise,
In sacred words that lift us high,
In writers’ thoughts that softly stay
And wander through your mind each day—
In a friend’s warm, healing hug,
In a family’s tender care,
In a partner’s gentle warmth,
In laughter that fills the air,
In tears that fall for those you miss,
In the ache of letting go,
In patient hope along the road
Where answered prayers still flow—
There love is born, and there it lives.
But tell me, when such love is found,
So softly placed within your care,
Do you guard it like a hidden gem,
Or send it freely on the air?
For love was never made to rest
In one lone heart, in silent stay—
Love was born to move, to grow,
To light the dark along the way.
It flows
From heart to heart,
From soul to soul,
Becoming richer as it goes—
For love is endless in its grace
Each time it’s shared, it multiplies.
