The Power of Love
This thing called "love"
Has the power to change you,
Make you persevere to the end,
Take you up, around, then back again.
Love has the power to
Make you re-define your very soul,
Drive you crazy if you let it, or
Bring everything under control.
True love is not a game,
Stemming from the trenches of the heart.
Love is something real,
Worthy of the highest honor,
Magnifying, dignifying, and empowering
All who embrace its ways,
Healing even the deepest wounds,
Collecting the pieces of a broken heart,
Fortifying and solidifying it like a stone wall
Even the woes of life will never pierce.
This thing called "love"—
Value it, treasure it, give its honor.
True love rarely shows its face
Amid this bedarkened world.
Never again may you get the chance to experience
The power of love.
Chanté Walker
January 9, 2024
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