Love
Love
love is the truth of all goodness,
she kindles old fires to build new flames.
her looks bloom flowers, she calms the seas.
the winds soft breezes form her words.
she speaks to young and old,
of tales of great loves and loves to come.
she has been raped of her splendor form,
cast into her enemy's pit of hell.
she will always escape and grow,
for he is not the strong, she is.
Copyright © Delores Allen | Year Posted 2021
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