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Phases of love. |
| The Symphony Of Love. Love comes to me like a symphony of melodious notes, of compact connections. It’s a single sun with countless rays, a single sky of unnumbered rainbows. Flowing like an endless river from the tender hearts of my loving parents, it made me what I am, self contained, refined like spun gold. Mom and dad! you are the best. The love of my life, my partner the sojourner on the unequal road to lasting happiness, is a person of precious beauty from the outside and in mind and heart of matchless splendor. All the trees and flowers streams, cisterns and stately mountains, the sea, the glowing stars that sing of hope and joy in the darkness of the night, every single golden dawn and twilight of spectacular visual sensation; the unending vistas of nature’s magnificence bless me with loving beneficence, turns my earth into a heaven of freedom, of immortal beauty perchance like God’s Paradise. Lines: 34 Second Place winner in "Virtues of Poetry" |