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The Power of Love

Love you are powerful your power is so strong every one bows to you every lover seek you every human need you in their life to be happy Just a touch of your hand can heal a wounded soul your gentle voice soothes the ache and pain of a shattered life sometimes your flame can burn and bruise but your tenderness is a balm that cures and mends the broken No one can escape from your embrace you keep stirring and raging till your demands are followed you melt and soften the hardest heart and warmed it again after feeling cold for so long You treat everyone alike whatever their stature in life be they king or slave, master or servant, rich or poor they feel the same emotions under your shadow your beguiling ways and beauty ensnares the timid, the bold, the proud and faint hearted You bewitch and put them under your spell and make them follow you wherever you lead you are fair and just and knows no differences you cross social boundaries of color and religion and merge them together under your wings Love you are a gift of life that spring from the beginning of time and creation you are divine and eternal and forever ever blooming like a rose in all seasons in the garden of life that dwells in the heart You bring joy and beauty to life by giving meaning and purpose to existence everything fades away but not you you are ever present to give hope your light shines and burns eternally You are a beacon that beckons every wanderer who are lost in this journey and every seeker who tries to pursue you your path leads to all the the riches of life that only the heart knows and understands Whoever have you in his life has found the real treasure that material things can never replace you are the essence of life the core of every being love how can one live without you?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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