Melvina Germain (April 5/1945 / Sydney, Nova Scotia)
! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! What Is Love
Love is a precious and most beautiful emotion, which flows like a rivers stream, through
endless tunnels of hopes and dreams. A picturesque view of a sunset new capturing
our hearts once stained with blue.
Love lives within our hearts and lingers within our soul, completing a body whole. Through valleys, hills and mountains high, love soars like an eagle as time goes by.
Love holds the key that opens the door revealing a brilliant star, shining on forever
True love builds a wall of protection, knocking down all barriers bearing revenge.
It lacks animosity and holds on to an infinite positive glow, presenting sensations of warmth soothing to the soul. Love is for everyone to have and to hold.
An intermingling of joy and happiness, a treasured new beginning, love plants
the seed to end the pain of travesty’s brought on by greed of materialistic gain.
Love is a remarkable desire to want all that is good for mankind. An act of endless
forgiveness and kindness, Love harbours no grudge, nor cast a spell, nor causes
the heart to sour or swell.
Like a giant tower, love is great and has much power, it provides a reason to live.
Love encompasses all humankind, a oneness sought so divine. Love gives kindness
to beauty and beasts and it’s compassion for the earth will never cease.
Love is like a quiet walk in the rain enjoying the scent of flowers in bloom. Love carries
with it a stream of sensual passion, an intimate powerful connection and a strong desire to commit to work together as one
Love can be seen in the eyes of our children, it can be viewed by the beauty that surrounds us and felt by the power of God. Love is the king of emotions and soars
high within the realm of eternity. Love bears no hate and sheds no fear, it is a constant
reminder of what we hold dear.
Written by: Melvina Germain
Please note: This explanation is my opinion only.
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