Love: A Beautiful Thing

Love-

A beautiful thing.

 

To the world,

And all it contains-

 

Love:

When you see her crying

Out in the streets,

Out in the rain,

Water streaming down

Her face-

Releasing all her pain-

Go!

Wipe away 

Those

Cascading beads,

And make her feel 

As though 

She's a queen.

 

That is love.

 

Love:

You see that tree-

Lonesome,

Dying of hydration

And malnutrition?

 

The spark 

That was once there,

Now a forlorn 

Shadow

Hidden beneath

Its fallen hair-

Go!

Pour water into

Its soul,

And unveil

The hidden beauty

That was concealed 

Because

Of us all.

 

That is love.

 

Love:

When your mother

Is sick

And denies the fact

That you're 

A full grown man-

She'll still

Babysit you-

Flower your bed 

With delicate roses,

And do 

Whatever she can

To make you feel

Like the world 

Is yours.

 

That is love.

 

Love:

You stand 

Without your crutches

In front of God,

In your 

Weakest state-

Your hands are 

Out-

A beggar 

In front of

The Eternal Master-

With a bleeding heart-

Tears of remorse,

And excrutiating 

Pain-

Tears for

All the mistakes

And fallibility-

And all the times

Of shame-

 

You pour out

To God,

What you wouldn't 

To the world-

Because you know

That no one

Would listen

The way He does.

 

Love:

You've been knocking

On doors

In the middle 

Of the night-

Desperation,

And fear,

Gnawing at you,

Destroying

Your inner light-

 

But no one answered

Except for One-

 

He had His Doors open,

For you,

Always-

Waiting for the moment

You'd step up

And call His name-

Waiting for the moment,

He could crown you

With His infinite mercy 

And forgiveness-

Waiting for the moment

He could show you

How much He loves you

Through

Unimaginable means.

 

That is love.

 

Love:

When to the world

You are nothing,

But for one,

You are the world.

 

Love-

A beautiful thing.

 

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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