BEHOLD! I SPEAK OF LOVE
by ken coons

Behold! I speak of love as one
Who babbles not for sake of sound,
But as a lad who walked her plank
And struggled hard, then slowly sank
As though my limbs were bound.

Behold! I speak of love to warn
Young hearts that blossom in the spring.
In this the season it is grand,
But can that frail bud withstand
The snow that Winters bring?

Behold! I speak of love to say,
'Tis not a thing that comes by chance.
It must be bought, and payments made,
And though the price is never paid,
Take not a backward glance.

Behold! I speak of love again,
That I might mention of the cost.
Though it is great, and hard to bear,
If you give up in sad despair
Your equity is lost.

Behold! I speak of love to all.
I babble not for sake of speech.
But as a lad who only grinned,
And threw all caution to the wind,
'Tis you I now beseech.
Behold! I speak of love.