Love's Gifts

I pity those whom Love gives little thought,
Who love like skipping stones that kiss the lake - 
They never see the depths that could be sought.

To some, Love gives an airy life that's wrought
Of vivid dreams that fade when they awake - 
I pity those whom Love gives little thought.

Still others Love ignores and they are nought
But hollow men, alone at each daybreak -
They never see the depths that could be sought.

Too cruel is Love to some whose lives are fraught
With pain begat from lost love's longing ache -
I pity those whom Love gives little thought.

And those whom Love full-fills till they're distraught
Who love only to love, for love's own sake - 
They never see the depths that could be sought.

I thank sweet Love - in kindness he has caught
My life up in his arms, my soul to take.
I pity those whom Love gives little thought;
They never see the depths that could be sought.

It's the little things in life...