I originally posted this poem at a forum site and now decided to post it here for my friends and family to read if they don't use the forums.

 

Where is true love?

Does it really exist at all?

Perhaps it's just hiding somewhere I have yet to look.

I thought I had found true love before,

but that love vanished like the early morning fog.

 

Young love is often shallow.

The boy says he loves, yet wants me to change.

He wants a dew kissed rose, perfect and beautiful,

yet the flower in front of him is a dusty, roadside daisy.

The seed was planted long ago,

a daisy can never be something it wasn't created to be.

 

As time passes, love changes;

as a young adult, I thought I knew what true love was.

I thought I had found a treasure,

one that had laid buried for many years.

That love sparkled like gold and shimmered like diamonds,

it was precious and dear.

 

Yet again, love was taken away.

My treasure was buried in my heart,

but it was a shallow pit, the treasure not guarded.

Like the swashbuckling buccaneers,

I didn't realize the value of the treasure before me.

Love that's hoarded is not love at all.

 

I've heard of rumors of true love,

I know that it must exist.

Jesus taught us what true love looks like,

so why is it so hard to find?

Why is the love in the world today so shallow;

why can't people find true love and hold onto it?

 

Where is the true love that lasts through the good and the bad?

Where is the true love that lasts "til death do we part"?

I keep looking for that kind of love,

true love that doesn't fade away like the evening sun;

love that not only stands in the warmth of the spring,

but also withstands the cold blasts of winter.

 

I can now feel the true love in my heart,

it was put there to share.

What good is love if not used?

Where is the one for whom it was put there?

That love is for someone special,

for one who also knows what it means to love forever.

 

Are there still people in this world who know true love?

Where is the man who will see the beauty in a daisy

when what he really wants is a rose?

Where is the man who can survive in the small desert

until he reaches the cool, refreshing water of the oasis?

 

I understand true love,

I see it in my own life as my Lord showers it on me daily.

I've been on the sun-kissed mountaintops,

I've been in the dismal valleys.

Through it all, my Lord is there;

his love never failing, especially in the darkest times.

 

Does this love exist anywhere else?

Jesus is the living example of perfect love.

Although mankind may fall far short of perfection,

true love must exist beyond the shallowness.

I've learned what true love is,

but wonder if it exists outside of my own imagination.

 

Where is true love?

This is a poem I wrote to one of my friends. I won't say who only it's to a guy I know. He doesn't even know it's for him, but I think he's smart enough to figure it out when he reads it. I'll wait to see if he guesses. If not, I'll have to give him a clue.

 

I don't really know you, yet I do.

I've never heard your voice, but I've heard your heart.

The heart can tell me much,

the heart is the true window to the soul.

Your heart weeps for the poor and the hurting,

it cries with pain for the grief of others.

Your heart leaps with joy with each new day,

it finds comfort in the little things in life.

I know you have love in your heart,

love for those you know and those you don't.

I can see the love in the encouraging words

and the listening, sympathetic ear.

That love springs forth with your concerns for others,

setting your own desires aside.

Even when controversy comes your way,

your heart exudes a sense of peace.

Not just the peace of man,

but a peace that surpasses the world's.

You hunger for God,

you thirst for his truth.

Your heart yearns to follow the Lord,

yet when you fail, you go on,

always seeking to reconnect with the One,

the One who dwells in your heart.

Your heart leads you to be who you are;

an honest, open, and wonderful friend.

I don't know your name, or maybe I do.

All I know for sure is that with every day that passes,

a day without seeing you,

my heart feels so empty

and I'm left alone, missing you.