Love is the Filling

[99 words]

Love is the filling from one’s own
Another’s cup;
Love is the daily laying down
And taking up.
A choosing of the stony path
Through each new day
That other feet may tread with ease
A smoother way.
Love is not blind, but looks abroad
Through other eyes;
And asks not,
“Must I give?’ but
” May I sacrifice?”
Love hides its grief, that other hearts
And lips may sing;
And burdened walks, that other lives
May buoyancy wing.
Hast thou a love like this
Within thy soul?
Twill crown thy life with bliss
When thou dost reach the goal.