Is it a thought, a word, a feeling, this thing called love?
All I know is that it comes from above.
It creates something from nothing whatever it may touch,
It's never late or early and is never in a rush.
It causes all things to increase and grow.
Self-simulated, self-directional is all one needs to know
With grace and mercy, we realize it's purpose is to exist.
The truthful awareness of love, permits nothing to resist.
When all is said and done and it leaves it's mark,
this thing called love is not a lark.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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A lovely well articulated love poem written with insight to capture the spiritual essence of love. Love is the highest level of human existence, the measure of civilized behaviour is compassion. Love touches us deeply with spiritual experience that lingers even after the source of stimulation is gone. Your poem is very good as it brings to light your convictions about love. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.