Poem: The Power of Love

Love is the fire that burns without end,
A spark that ignites, a flame to defend.
It rises from hearts, unseen but so bright,
A beacon of hope in the darkest of night.

It whispers in silence, it roars in the soul,
A force that can make broken hearts whole.
It lifts the fallen, it mends every tear,
A balm for the wounds that time cannot clear.

It knows no bounds, no limits, no space,
In the touch of a hand or the warmth of a face.
It speaks in soft voices, or in thunderous cries,
A language that flows from the depth of our eyes.

It conquers all fear, all doubt, and all strife,
The pulse of the world, the rhythm of life.
It binds us together, though miles may divide,
A thread that connects us, no matter the tide.

In love, we are endless, we rise and we fall,
Yet in its embrace, we stand strong through it all.
For love is the power that moves through the ages,
The story we write on life’s endless pages.

Thank -you for reading.

Much Love and Light,

Brenda Marie