Divine Love
Love is a weapon inside me.
Love is a dove of peace that flies beside me.
Love is the white veil of a wedding bride.
Love is the vision granted to the blind.
Love is a bouquet of roses in my hand
that I will never let slide.
Love is the angel who guards my soul
and knows me from every side.
I am as pure as Mary,
so divine — and so is love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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