First Steps
When Love enters in do you notice the sound?
Is it a moment mundane or profound?
For one the moment came when a child,
through words that he found that ran deep and ran wild.
He chased them to places he'd rather forget,
but Love brought him back to a room dimly lit
where he found that the passion he'd hidden away could still spread the love in a different way.
No longer for those who had broken his heart,
but instead for the lovers of peace and of art.
So now the boy stands for a truth he forgot:
that what love is lust is decidedly not.
Through the spinning of words his spirit finds peace,
as his hands work away his new found release.
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