Book of life where language intertwines with grace,
Words emerge as medicine, healing with tender embrace.
They possess power to cure all that ails,
Mending shattered hearts, where pain once prevailed.
Like potions brewed, address the soul's despair,
Words infuse care and love, the perfect pair.
They seep into depths of wounded core,
Revitalizing spirits, leaving brokenness no more.
Words serve as adhesive, strong and profound,
Uniting fragments, once lost and scattered around.
With delicate precision, they piece together parts,
Leaving no visible scars, healing fragile hearts.
Like cement, they bridge spaces between,
Connecting hearts torn apart, once serene.
Brick upon brick, building a steadfast abode,
A sanctuary of warmth, where love freely flowed.
Lets embrace these gentle words, gifts from heaven above,
Healing our brokenness, igniting flames of love.
In their medicinal essence lies the cure,
Anointing wounds, making shattered hearts, whole and pure.
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