Question the Love
Is it warm..the summer sun?
Hot like a coal in the fire?
Lukewarm as a bath that has sat
to long?
Question the Love to know if it’s
right
Will they be there every night?
To hold your hand, to dry you’re
tears?
Will they be there for the pain and
listen to rain with?
Question the Love as time goes by
If they are there for the bad as well
as the good
That is real and true
The rest were just shadows..
Who you never really knew.
An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe