Love is the most complicated of emotions,
The most confusing of feelings,
Running through all, affecting everyone’s commotion,
The vastest of our dealings.
Love fills me with wonder and delight,
So that every day I wish to feel it again,
Love also tears me down, filling my pain with fright,
So that every day I wish it had never happened.
The feeling of love stretches from one great realm,
All the way to the next,
From the joy and most wonderful bliss to overwhelm,
Yet continues to perplex,
As it causes as much pain and hate and despair,
Left with no room or expectation of repair.
Why is love for us beings so complex?
Because God is love,
And God is the most complex of beings.
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