Love's Request
If Love asks me to grip the thorns
so I could take care of the ROSE
then I am willing to bleed,
If Love asks for my patience a
little longer then I dare to WAIT
again,
If Love asks that I must gamble
my HEARTBEAT once more though
I insist I’ve done what I can
then I throw another punch with
an unashamed bandaged fist
Perhaps, the BEAUTY of
Love comes from the ugly face of
a curse asking us to make room
for bravely seeing the good
Because LOVE being THE MAGIC,
How could we believe if we
do not FIGHT for what we think
is possible?
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