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Love is not an aurora borealis,
A pretty and fickle thing
Charged particles colliding
Diffused in a gasp of coloring light,
Seen only when the setting’s right.

Love is a phoenix or ouroboros,
Whose fire is life and burns to create,
Whose flaming roar does satiate.
It burns the darkness but does not burn,
Mirroring the Eternal Return.

Its songs are hymns of thankful prayer,
That body, soul, heart and mind
Resonates with another in kind.
A thousand words melded in a kiss
To bless the God that they exist!

Instead we have dragons cramped in its lair
Over their treasured coffers bend,
Counting the coin they’re afraid to spend
Mindlessly twisting about their pelf,
A desolate fear to lose oneself.

The loss of one’s self is where Love begins.
The ego is gone, and the joy of giving
Allows the heart to be forgiving.
What is passion without compassion?
How small is Love if it has a ration!

For a great Love encompasses even sins,
Greedy it is to take us all in
That not even our flaws should be left out.
Thus ends fear, anger and doubt.
Thus ends words like ‘yours’ and ‘mine’,
But return us all to God Divine.

*Author’s Note: This is a poem in response to/inspired by a friend’s blog.  I will link it once I know for certain it’s okay with him for me to do so.  There are many works that inspired my viewpoints on the topic of love, but these in particular stand out: the New Testament of the Bible 1 Corinthians 13: 4-7 , “If Love Be Love” aka “from Merlin and Vivien” by Alfred Lord Tennyson, “On Love” by Kahlil Gibran from The Prophet, and The Two-Step: The Dance Towards Intimacy, a book by Eileen McCann.

Love exists and this, is my battle-cry.