LINES OF THOUGHT © 2013

Love, in its essence so pure,

Will always find reasons to exist,

Even in times of doubt or demure,

Its fire will never cease to twist.

It is born in simple, small things,

In a smile, a gesture, a glance,

It grows in shadows, in serene springs,

And never fails to take a chance.

When all around seems to come to a halt,

And the world fades in its hue,

Still, love will seek, without fault,

New reasons to bloom with renewed view.

It may be in an unexpected embrace,

Or in words that remain unspoken,

Love is always faithful, a sacred grace,

Finding meaning in blessed hearts’ token.

And thus, wherever it may dwell, believe,

Love will always find its place,

For it is the reason the heart will weave,

In the eternal will to love and grace.

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