How real are all
the love songs,
and poems of romance?
Are they all illusions,
like the fading mists,
that dissapears
with morning light.
Feelings of passionate
desire,
are lost in everydays
routine.
Then returns the endless
emptiness,
of feeling unloved,
or,
continuous doubts and fears
toward the  beloved.
Are we ever really sure
of anothers love,
as being true?
Like a whirlpool in the sea,
we are sucked down by the pull,
of neediness and longing
to be loved.
Unless....
We look towards the light.
For the only answer
to this age old quest,
is whether we love.
Can we in our human fraility,
truly love another?
No, we cannot.
For untill we have surrendered
the whirlpool of our human desires,
and endless seeking to be loved,
surrender all our needs and fears,
to our God, who never fails us,
then we are given the Grace,
and the power to love,
for love's sake alone.

So it is not how well we are loved,
but by His Grace, how well we love.