Love Smiled

He came, he saw

The pain, the shame,

He sensed the wound was raw;

He cared, he shared,

And then he charmed his flair.

Impossible escape that glare

That led to this despair;

But no, what if it’s no affair

I thought I ought to love

To give to one, to all maybe

this precious give of love.

To love is not to get it back

To love is just to love.