Love is a Universal language
unfettered by the bounds which we envisage.
Uncompromising but gentle.
I know the lengths it went to
ensure espousals' true passage
encoding even our messages.
And when we wake from the stupour
of rebellions' delusions and loop-holes,
love opens a mission in life.
One that sees an end to strife.
For the day dawns and opens the eye.
By growth and flowering we beautify
ourselves and each other,
as the child endows the mother.
And the mother natures the child.
For the seed within us is wild.
To be continued...
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