Poems ✍️

What are the inward signs of truest love,
beyond the smile, the kiss, the touch of hand,
that joins our actions to the heaven above;
that constant love which shall for ever stand?

I see two inward signs above all else:
the first, expansion of the bounds of mind
so that no barrier stands 'twixt that and this,
'twixt one and t'other, or 'twixt 'mine' and 'thine';

the second sign, a fine attention brought
to every single action, every need,
as if in loving care, there's but one thought
from constant heart flows into every deed;

these two - a boundless mind and ceaseless care -
pass space and time: the proof that love is here.