All My Love

All My Love

A Poem for Valentine's Day

She had all of his love.

But what does this really say?

What is “all” and what is loved?

Could it be explained in any possible way? 

There are different reasons, to be sure,

Different aspects and term to define:

Verbs, nouns, and adjectives galore

To clarify and rectify with better words to refine.

I’ll give some points like a preacher do 

With relevance from first to last

Each of these will be nothing new

But together will their image cast

Of love and all of it made clear

About him and that love for her

And how she is the one so dear

To head and heart and hands for sure. 

Point one of all the love he has

Tells us that there exists no other

The only lady that he has cause

To love at all is his own mother.

No woman at all does tug his heart

Nor draw his eye nor steer his mind

So all means all with no small part

Left out, reserved, or left behind.

Not to say he loves not God

But love for her does only grow

When planted in gracious divine sod

Cause godly love does love bestow.

But that’s not all, when all we say

Not just from him but all from her

Her sadness, fears, fondness, play,

He loves those things of this I’m sure.

Strengths and weaknesses and pain

Good traits and bad he takes each one

The woman he loves forever plain

Has been from these together spun.

To review from the first point 

He loves her from his heart, his all. 

And then to give the second point

He loves all of her and of her, her all.

So he holds back nothing of himself. 

None reserved, none on the shelf.

And thoughts of her will none ignore,

He takes all of her, nothing less, nothing more. 

The third and final point is here

Cause “all” one more dimension covers. 

He sees within her eye a fear 

That over time a question hovers. 

Will this last until the end? 

And what about when that is over? 

Old earth and sea and sky God sends

Into abyss to never recover. 

And new world is made unlike the old

Beautiful in its perfection and completion

But those who live on New Earth, we’re told

Are the justified, sanctified, glorified population.

So the love he has for her I’m sure

Won’t dissipate under radiant glory

But will instead be cleansed, be pure

And will continue on: an everlasting story.