WHAT'S LOVE?

WHAT'S LOVE?  
I've thought you're joy and utmost gain;  
I've found you, love, an extreme pain.  
You've pushed my heart to get attached.  
Then you've got supreme in my heart.  

In spring, when fair, the clime can please,  
but still, l fear the touch of a breeze.  
When time cheers up, l laugh but say,  
" Good times have got a short_lived stay."  
 
Love gets the whole of my fond soul  
but care makes my soul soft and frail.  
It gets too spent under love's yoke  
but for love's sake, l cannot talk.  
 
Love gets the master of my life  
that for it l wage fiercest strife.  
It makes me ken the life of Christ,  
Who for His great love His life lost.  
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH  
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