Love...
Is soft by design...
Unceasing, perpetual in its form...
It is self-sufficient, never absurd...
Like an adept ballerina, it exudes coherent beauty...
Never indecency...
Love expands...
Like a ripple in the water...
Transcending all barriers...
Beyond hills and mountains, lakes and seas...
It gallops in the field of hope...
Firmly bound to undeterred faith...
Love listens, never discerns...
Genially smile in the face of storm...
Gleefully walks in the muddy trail...
It insinuates joy in the midst of uncertainty...
Where the body dies and the soul flies,
Love remains...
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Author:
HaRoTa (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 5th, 2023 09:33
- Comment from author about the poem: Love is Love... Nothing comes before and after it.
- Category: Love
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Comments2
Beautiful words … like the mention of the ballerina and nature in this .. a lovely well expressed poem which I liked reading 🙂
Hi Violet Bluebell,
Thanks a lot for your kind comment. 😊
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