In the face of doubt and struggle,
love rises—
radiant, renewed, resilient.
For love is its own cause,
and its own effect.
If I choose to nurture
the passion that resides within me,
let me leave behind a love
as sacred
as that of Layla, the eternal lover.
With each steady beat of my heart,
I will revive the music of love,
that transformed me into—
the image of God.
I will rise from quiet mornings,
where divine light and music linger,
from whispered dreams
beneath silvered stars.
I will rise from the heavens,
where I was first called by God,
to write a covenant of eternal love.
I will rise from soft corners
where my love first found its name.
I will rise from nights of doubt,
from stormy winds
that sought to tear me apart,
but I will rebuild, reconcile, recover—
in every moment,
in every glance that holds me close.
My love—resilient, radiant—
will emerge, scarred yet sacred,
weathered yet wondrous.
When the time comes,
I'll step into the light,
unafraid, unshaken,
where a new dawn blooms
within me.
For love is always there,
if I dare to feel it,
if I am brave enough
to become it.
MyKoul
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