forwarded poem

Love is never easy, butIt turns life into song.
There is no bit of circumstanceThat love cannot transform.
There is no weary momentOf anger or despair
That love cannot convert to graceAnd render whole and fair.
How passionate the paradiseThat comes from knowing wellThat someone in your happinessFinds pleasure for himself.
How sweet the gift of giving toSomeone who gives to you,
A selflessness that gives to self
More self than self is due.
With all the searing madness ofThe world from day to day,
And all the dreary sadness thatNo joy can take away,
There is one truth more beautifulThan anyone can bear:
That two can trust that when they turn
They'll find the other there.