Pure Love and the Truth

She looks into the eyes of the child,

Finds the beauty there so mild.

She looks into the eyes of the man she loves,

Finds attachment and selfishness hand in glove.

These contrasts will not perturb her in the least,

for her, the palate of life is simply a feast.

She understands and accepts without judgement,

for her, love and compassion is not a statement.

She gives of herself, its her belief,

Whenever she sees strife and grief.

Be it love, food, money or time,

for her the sufferer is sublime. 

She lives a life of sacrifices,

With nothing one could call vices.

A garden flower gives her immense joy,

akin to a child who looks at his toy. 

Most will say she is noble and pure,

However her illness, difficult to cure.

God and devotion gives her strength,

as she rests on her favourite bench.

The angels pray for her,

He much known to her, not so sure.

Does love, care and compassion have a shelf life,

even though she is his wife?  

He shakes off his indifference,

Its her soul he must love with reverence.

Supreme forces, he knows, will come to his aid,

if he does not anymore masquerade. 

Truth of love prevails,

Even if Life finally fails.

Its pure essence is the spirit,

to which he knew must submit.