Poem: Love in Many Forms

Love is not a single flame,
but lanterns glowing, each unique—
a thousand hues, a thousand ways
for hearts to speak when words grow weak.

It’s in the glance that lingers warm,
the hand that steadies trembling fear,
the quiet acts that go unseen,
yet say, I’m always with you, dear.

It’s laughter shared with closest friends,
a bond that time cannot unweave;
it’s family stitching shattered days
with threads of hope we still believe.

It’s passion’s spark, electric, wild,
two souls that find a dancing fire;
it’s tenderness in gentle touch,
a whispered wish, a deep desire.

It’s loving self through storm and calm,
learning to breathe, to trust the light;
to see your worth in every scar,
and hold your own reflection tight.

Love blooms in places least expected—
in strangers’ kindness, fleeting, bright;
in memories, in open doors,
in every dawn that paints the night.

For love is not a single path,
nor bound by shape, nor rule, nor norms;
it lives wherever hearts reach out—
eternal, vast, in many forms.

Thank-you for reading.

Remember there are many paths back to God.

Follow your own path,

Brenda Marie