The ways of love

A little world, a new world,love invents

With a warm embrace we pay the rent

The work is easy when we start to pay.

Our little world gets bigger day by day.

The central heating is the warmth of life.

Yet when we’re betrayed we feel the knife.

Why does rage and helplessness cause grief?

If my love is stolen, who’s the thief?

The excitement of the new, romantic love.

Is this real like heaven up above?

It seems that marriage takes such work to grow

Even little problems make us foes

Remember Toby and his little boy.

The Cancer took his life when Fred was four.

His wife was bearing him another child

Jack was yet unborn, when Toby died.

I saw Jack dancing with his brother Fred.

We are each other’s family, Alice said.

Three seems more significant than two.

Thank you Toby for the love we knew

At the schoolgate pregnant Alice stood

No other mother spoke, yet she made good.