Do we really know what love is?
Can we classify it or size it?
Though simple, its complexity is as enormous as the
phenomenon metamorphosis
Like butterflies we have become a product of its
transformation
Rendered powerless, we submit to it, an unconscious conformation.
Love is forgiving when deeply wounded,
Love is not putting myself ahead, but behind
when everyone else wouldn’t
Love is a series of humble, modest deeds
And most importantly God
is Love indeed!!!
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