Love Never Ending

How innocent hath love been,
To be so pure, and so rich;
To fill thy heart with such pleasure;
To feel just as a child,
So open and so free.
As though upon a mid-summer’s eve,
‘Neath the twinkling stars
And the glowing moon so bright,
The soft breezes kissing thy cheeks
With the warmth of the dew in the air.
How quickly had this been taken from thee
In the early morning’s light
As he lay down amidst this gory war,
Never shall he wake,
Not on this earth again.
But to wake once more
In the midst of Angels surrounding
Looking down upon thee
With love never ending