Love
Love is as sure as
As the sun in the
Sky; as doubtless
As day that revolves
Into night. Love it
Looks under the
Currents we swim
It leads paths in
Forests where
Wolves lurk within.
Love is a something
That happens to be;
It doesn’t explain
What it clearly see’s.
It transcends the ugly
The fear and mistrust
Like a serpent enchanting
It goes where it must.
Love is an axis on
Which we revolve
Through day and through
Night, where doubt
Is resolved. Love is a
Feeling that won’t go
Away; like the sun
In the sky, it shines
Come what may!
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