Love is Simple By Davison Ficke

Love is the simplest of all earthly things.
It needs no grandeur of celestial trust

In more than what it is, no holy wings:

It stands with honest feet in honest dust.

And is the body's blossoming in clear air

Of trustfulness and joyance when alone

Two mortals pass beyond the hour's despair

And claim that Paradise which is their own.

Amid a universe of sweat and blood,

Beyond the glooms of all the nations' hate,

Lovers, forgetful of the poisoned mood

Of the loud world, in secret ere too late

A gentle sacrament may celebrate

Before their private altar of the good.