Love makes one do strange things.
It makes fools out of us all who dare
To venture in its path.
It sneaks up on you when you are not looking.
It makes us weak, leave us defenseless.
True love is selfless, it hurts.
It transcends the ethnic barrier and expects
Nothing in return.
What would one life be without love,
But, a shell with no spirit.
Love is beautiful and because of it,
There is light in our lives.
Copyright © Jenny M Guerrier | Year Posted 2015
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