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What love means to me
What love means to me Is something that moves And stays with me alone The love that I know of Is but a small fraction of A great, encompassing entity. It’s an impulse that suspends Other thoughts and reasons It’s beyond the pale of ordinariness Yet, thrives and accomplishes In our ordinary, common lives. Shining like a star, it shows The way out of inner darkness It fills my heart and soul And the spirit within With overflowing joy. Love makes me cry For no reason at times It inspires me to smile And thrills me to get A smile in response. It binds me to others’ lives Excludes malice and prejudice Removes ego and self-consciousness Love to me, is the driving force Behind my strength, my integrity. A life without love Is a shell without spark A land gone wasted. It’s the breath of existence A vital source of spiritual subsistence.
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