Love we're told,
Needs chocolates and roses,
Expensive trips and gifts,
Romantic dinners
And grand gestures,
Love we're told,
Is only for the rich,
A product out of reach,
A diamond to be bought,
For the poor it is not,
Yet the beauty of love,
Is that it doesn't judge,
The wise or the fool,
The rich or the poor,
The worthy or unworthy,
In unlikely places,
In unlikely circumstances,
Love finds the courage,
To tear down illusions,
And grow in abundance,
In poverty and sickness,
In tribulation and war,
In oppression and trials,
Love shines through,
In silent defiance.
In little acts of kindness,
In unselfish sacrifices,
In giving despite lack,
Love gives of itself,
Love doesn't expect back,
In exquisite palaces,
And the humblest home,
Love makes its place,
Warms cold hearts,
And cheers those alone,
And if you ever feel,
Unheard and unloved,
Know that God above,
Listens and loves you,
And for you created Love.
