Love, the strength of it
Grasps the heart, as if
To keep it from
Its rhythm
But love does not wish to do so.
Its abundance fills the heart,
Waiting for expansion
And as it grows,
So does the capacity for love
Love begets love.
The Moon, in her radiance,
Never thought to look for The Source.
It is love,
Love,
Love.
And now that she’s found it
She
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