Loved is the first bud flowering, Loved is the first shower plunging,
Loved is the first star sighting,
Loved is the novice bungling.
Loved is the bird heralding spring,
Loved is the pet answering the first words,
Loved is the poet in the second study,
Loved is the artist giving the last touch.
Loved is the priest at the benediction,
Loved is the politician in the hustings,
Loved is the boss around annual raise,
Loved is the friend left at last stop.
Loved is the bride at the wedding,
Loved is the woman birthing,
Loved is the baby nursing,
Loved is the Father at last settlement.
For, love is the last straw that’s binding;
Happily the lens mirroring the last bidding.
