Poetry

(after George Eliot)
 
Two lovers met secretly in the spring,
their wooing were much more than a mere fling,
a lovely bride into the church stepped,
in joy her mother, friends and sisters wept;
there is nothing that is greater than love,
if true, nothing can its impact remove.
 
Two parents held a small child in their arms
protecting it, each other from all harms,
sweet was the family’s close company
the time together spent in serenity;
there is nothing that is greater than love,
if true, nothing can its impact remove.
 
Two adults followed a own career
but to each other and to God kept near,
but at a time came death, one’s life was spent,
was still lingering although evanescent;
there is nothing that is greater than love,
if true, nothing can its impact remove.
 
[Reference: “Two Lovers” by George Eliot.]