Often times I sit and ponder

the awesome power of love.

Amazing how its’ depths reach so far,

it seems there is no end of.

Even when an individual’s finer qualities

appear to be outnumbered by their bad,

Love has driven my endearment for that person

still, as if ironclad.

I cannot help but wonder at the blinders love imposes,

so that one cannot see.

All I know is that my love makes someone I love

awfully special to me.

Then my heart swells with joy,

for even I am more special than I can say.

Love has seen through my own transgressions,

and my Jesus loves me anyway.