Love Poem: A Bountiful Harvest

A Bountiful Harvest

If love be the reason to overcome trials, than beauty shall come from each tear ever known. Truth shall be rewarded, a life without wiles. A bountiful harvest, I'll reap what I've sown, with faith as my soil, a lush garden has grown. The fruits of my labor make troubles worthwhile, a home and family, the light God has shown. for every drawn frown, a thousand cherished smiles, the olive branch, a promise from the dove flown, and the blessing of knowing, I'm never alone.