Irean Verge Hughes
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Reality Of Love
Oh, to capure the emotion that is present
in every place on Earth.
To embrace the fleeting moment
that is but a fleeting moment.
To find. To behold. To have love. Real love,
Would it be placid? Epigrammatic? Peerless?
Pure love is ineradicable.
Is it opaque? I think not.
Is it a treasure chest, laden with jewels?
That's nameless and numberless?
With precious stones that are forever twinkling?
Glittering, genuinely forever?
Its touch a velvety comforting glow
even on the darkest night
And is as alluring as the brightest ...