On Love: What Kind of Love is This?

What kind of love is this
That bids us stand like art,
When coupled in a tie so dear
That none can tear apart?

If love is e'er so wise,
Then is that love to see
Us ever bound in fear or death,
Or locked in tragedy?

When love would have us stay,
Why does life bid us go,
As if to say it rules the world
And ne'er will kindness show?

We know that love will win.
Life, only at its best,
Is what we want and what we need
And life perhaps a test.

Thus, life will e'er move on
And closer, we will grow,
Proclaiming love as life supreme,
Thus letting true life show.

There is love and then there is true love.