Love Gifts (12 page)

Don’t think because I’m married

that all romance is dead.

Why, I’m as full of sentiment

as the day that I was wed.

My heart’s still doing flip-flops

and beating double time.

It’s full of many happy thoughts

for a dear sweetheart of mine.

And on this day of romance I send a loving dart

From the little bow of Cupid

to pierce my lover’s heart

And believe me there’s no

Valentine that carries love more true

Than the one I send my sweetheart,

who is the man I’m married to!

Your hearts are filled with

happiness so great and overflowing

You cannot comprehend it,

for it’s far beyond all knowing

How any heart could hold such

joy or feel the fullness of

The wonder and glory

and the ecstasy of love.

You wish that you could

capture it and never let it go

So you might walk forever

in its magic, radiant glow,

But love in all its ecstasy

is such a fragile thing,

Like gossamer in cloudless skies

or a hummingbird’s small wing …

But love that lasts forever must

be made of something strong—

The kind of strength that’s gathered

when the heart can hear no song.

When the sunshine of your wedding

day runs into stormy weather,

And hand in hand you brave the gale

and climb steep hills together,

And clinging to each other while

the thunder rolls above,

You seek divine protection in

faith and hope and love …

For days of wine and roses never

make love’s dreams come true—

It takes sacrifice and teardrops

and problems shared by two

To give true love its beauty,

its grandeur and its fineness,

And to mold an earthly ecstasy

into heavenly divineness.

With faith in each other and faith in the Lord

May your marriage be blessed

with love’s priceless reward,

For love that endures and makes life worth living

Is built on strong faith and unselfish giving …

So have faith, and the Lord will

guide both of you through

The glorious new life that is waiting for you.

The dearest gifts that heaven holds,

the very finest, too,

Were made into one pattern that

was perfect, sweet, and true.

The angels smiled, well pleased,

and said, “Compared to all the others,

This pattern is so wonderful

let’s use it just for mothers!”

And through the years, a mother

has been all that’s sweet and good,

For there’s a bit of God and

love in all true motherhood.

Mother is a word called love,

And all the world is mindful of

That the love that’s given and shown to others

Is different from the love of mothers …

For mothers play the leading roles

In giving birth to little souls—

For though small souls are heaven-sent

And we realize they’re only lent,

It takes a mother’s loving hands

And her gentle heart that understands

To mold and shape this little life

And shelter it from storm and strife …

No other love than mother love

Could do the things required of

The one to whom God gives the keeping

Of His wee lambs, awake or sleeping …

So mothers are a special race

God sent to earth to take His place,

And “Mother” is a lovely name

That even saints are proud to claim.

A baby is a gift of life born of the wonder of love—

A little bit of eternity sent from the Father above,

Giving a new dimension to the love

between husband and wife

And putting an added new meaning

to the wonder and mystery of life.

A wee bit of heaven drifted down from above—

A handful of happiness, a heart full of love.

The mystery of life so sacred and sweet,

The giver of joy so deep and complete.

Precious and priceless, so loveable, too—

The world’s sweetest miracle, baby, is you.

Dads are special people

no home should be without,

For every family will agree

they’re so nice to have about …

They are a happy mixture of

a small boy and a man,

And they’re very necessary

in every family plan …

Sometimes they’re most demanding

and stern and firm and tough,

But underneath they’re soft as silk,

for this is just a bluff …

But in any kind of trouble

Dad reaches out his hand,

And you can always count on

him to help and understand …

And while we do not praise

Dad as often as we should,

We love him and admire him,

and while that’s understood,

It’s only fair to emphasize his

importance and his worth,

For if there were no loving dads,

this would be a loveless earth.