Romance is not of Cupid or St Valentine;
it is of that soul mate of mine,
that brings to me the memory
of what life is all about:
that still decree,
written not by kiss or touch or hymn,
but by the autograph of Love
on the script sanctified by shout
of blood
that turns bastard or beast
to beloved priest ...
infusing fusion in Him.
Author notes
No love is possible without Love. The ultimate joy lies within the change that divine love brings to those who are willing to surrender to their heritage and predestined happiness.
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A contest entry
- Picture Prompt by Angelflower.
700 points, ended February 9, 5 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Love is the most abused word ever spoken. When you use it, it is healed.
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oh this was really lovely.. I truly enjoyed the flow and imagery here.. you did such a wonderful job.. thank you very much for sharing. best of luck in the contest.
Angel
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Thank you so much ...
for the Silver in this contest. It was such a priviledge for me to enter my sentiments.
Love
Myra
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The bigger picture always. As large as we can possibly imagine. Ack.
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Love is much more than that... you are right my dear friend. So right...
~Sonja~
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This love is sacred soul to my ears dear poet...he is buried within my faith of hope and all things possible.
C
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