A lost Poem

Among old pictures and cards was this poem. It was never initially meant for me, but It was given to me as a memory keepsake.

What is love?
No words can define it,
It's something so great
Only God could design it...
Wonder of Wonders,
Beyond man's conception,
and only in God
Can love find true perfection,
For love means much more
Than small words can express,
For what man calls love
Is so very much less
Than the beauty and depth
And the true sickness of
God's gift to mankind
His compassionate love...
For love has become
A word that's misused,
Perverted, distorted
and often abused,
To speak of "light romance"
Or some affinity for
A passing attraction
What is seldom much more
Than a mere interlude
Of Inflamed fascination
A romantic fling
Of no lasting duration...
But love is enduring
And patient and kind
It judges all things
With the heart, not the mind,
And love can transform the most commonplace
Into beauty and splendor
And sweetness and grace...
For love is unselfish,
Giving mor than it takes
And no matter what happens
Love never forsakes,
It's faithful and trusting
And always believing and honest
And never deceiving...
Yes, love is beyond
What man can define,
For love is immortal and God's gift is divine!