Spirit Of Love Love is enigma, Love is divine, Love is the cure, but the infection to those blind. Love is pure, love is undefined, Love is beyond just a feeling, surely love is undermined. Love is many heart beats, but its rhythm the same, For love is the light through dark streets, it has no image or name. Love is bright, love is light, Love is just, love is life. Love helps the weak, love contains the spirit, Love embellishes the person, for love is coherent. Love is the problem, yet it is also the solution. A long time ago, I heard love is the filter to its own pollution. They say, love is confusing, love is illusive, Love is a lame, where as lust is amusing. They say, love is a traitor, love is addiction. How can love heal the heart, but still cause the affliction? They say, love is a dream, so I stay in wonder, Shall I stay asleep? Or awake from its thunder? Love is pain, love is bliss, Love is the acceptance, for all that exists. Love is to see imperfection and treat it perfect, For love sees no error, and if so, that defeats the purpose. Love is the eyewitness, and I witness that love is a high, Which is the highest which Ive been prescribed to try, For anything else overdosed can cause death, Where as love helps the inside cry, die.
Posted on: Sat, 20 Dec 2014 19:53:55 +0000
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