Here's a toast to caring and compassion,
And love, which is the music of that song.
Praised be those whose love of life is strong,
Pleased to give with neither writ nor ration.
Years are rarely merciful to passion,
Even as love would that joy prolong,
Innocent of all that might be wrong,
Giving generously, as is its fashion.
Happiness remains an act of will,
The daily choice to love with grace and skill,
Having found the place where one belongs.