Love is the divine's touch, I feel—
Present in all that unfolds before me,
Revealed through the fabric of the universe.
His kiss rests softly upon my gaze,
Reflecting through the mirrors of creation.
His warmth cradles me gently,
Shielding the winters within my soul.
His wisdom pours like pearls,
Filling the hollows of my open hands.
Whispers bloom within me—
A breath that sings of belonging.
I am His breath—His essence in form.
Grateful, I bow to the love of my Lord.
MyKoul
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