Love is the whisper in the silent night,
A spark that turns the dark to light.
It climbs through cracks where shadows fall,
And builds a bridge, heart over wall.
It bends but never breaks with time,
A silent song, a sacred rhyme.
Through storms it stands, through fire it flies,
A truth that never wears disguises.
It heals the wounds no eye can see,
Gives strength to souls who long to be.
It finds the lost, revives the weak,
And lifts the voice too scared to speak.
It’s not just roses, sweet and red,
But all the tears the heart has shed.
It’s a sacrifice, and faith, and grace—
A quiet flame that can’t be chased.
So let it bloom, let it remain,
In joy, in sorrow, even pain.
For of all forces that rise above,
None holds more might than the power of love.
Thank-you for reading.
Much Love and Light,
Brenda Marie
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Interesting!