One day a boy approached his father,

a question deep imprinted on his mind.

"Oh, tell me father,

what is love if truth be told?

Some say 'tis like dreaming

with all one's soul tied in a bind."

Smiling wryly the father thought,

but for a moment for an answer he could find.

"Oh, I'll tell you son,

love is not like dreaming,

if truth be told.

True love is known,

not as a dream,

but when one finds

that thing or person

whom for all one's life unwinds

and appears as a dream.

For when one is near this

person, thing, or beast,

one is truly alive.

That, my son,

is the essence of most precious love."