Three-tiered level, lovely in splendor.
Its pillars uphold it in view.
It ascends unto growth, as we sway back and forth
In this garden of love where we bloom.
Its pinnacle clings to the height wherein leans,
This physical eros of love.
Passions abound, our feet off the ground.
This intimate gift from above.
In the midst of the climb, we find just in time
The level of love of the friend.
The phileo dream, where our hearts catch a gleam
Of support from them, which never ends.
The structural base from which true love’s embraced, the loving expression of God.
Agape divine – this “One of a kind”-
Without which these tiers crash the sod.
Three levels of love, connected they are;
Dependant on each for support.
Start with God, then ascend,
Or the tiers start to bend.
Only with God is love of this sort.